Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson Mammas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys w/ pictures of some country singers

Duration : 0:2:34

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Cowboys ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold
And they’d rather give you a song then diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi’s each night begins a new day
And if you don’t understand him and he don’t die young
He’ll probly just ride away
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian moringin’s
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
And them that don’t know him won’t like him
And them that do sometimes won’t know how to take him
He ain’t wrong he’s just different
but his pride won’t let him do things to make you think he’s right
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love

Duration : 0:2:31

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Lyrics
Cowboys ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold.
They’d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don’t understand him, an’ he don’t die young,
He’ll prob’ly just ride away.

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
‘Cos they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone.
Even with someone they love.

Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don’t know him won’t like him and them that do,
Sometimes won’t know how to take him.
He ain’t wrong, he’s just different but his pride won’t let him,
Do things to make you think he’s right.

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
‘Cos they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone.
Even with someone they love.

Duration : 0:2:41

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Lyrics:
Cowboys ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold
They’d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis
And each night begins a new day
If you don’t understand him, and he don’t die young
He’ll probably just ride away

Chorus:
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
‘Cause they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love

Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
Them that don’t know him won’t like him and them that do
Sometimes won’t know how to take him
He ain’t wrong, he’s just different but his pride won’t let him
Do things to make you think he’s right

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Duration : 0:3:53

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Johnny Paycheck

Lyrics:

Cowboys ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold
And they’d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
And if you don’t understand him and he don’t die young
He’ll probably just ride away

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love

A cowboy loves smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
Them that don’t know him won’t like him and them that do
Sometimes won’t know how to take him
He’s not wrong he’s just different and his pride won’t let him
Do things to make you think he’s right

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love

Duration : 0:2:20

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Naked Willie Finally the Willie Way
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“Mama Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYJVCUrjnM4

Did yall know that before The Round-Up Saloon opened on July 11, 1980, the space was a gay disco called the Magnolia T.P. co-owner Gary Miller says.

What does the T. P. stand for?

Thunderpussy, Miller laughs.

Part of that name is still tied to the Round-Up (just not the T.P. part). The charter company that owns the Round-Up is called Magnolia Disco Corporation.

Steeped in boot-scootin Lone Star tradition, the Round-Up usually overwhelms out-of-towners. Not beneath the dance floor, visiting New Yorkers witness same-sex couples free spin, promenade, two-step and line dance, and they wish Manhattan had a twangy dance hall just like it. But the genuine gay country-western experience isnt easily exported.

This weekend, the Round-Up winds up its 28th anniversary celebration with a Friday night Karaoke bash and a retro-disco beer bust on Sunday.

The 10,000 square foot space used to be the Old Warsaw Restaurant. Over the years, there have been some changes.

The patio used to be a lot bigger, Miller remembers.

Almost all of the clubs early history was lost in a fire: In 1989, the Round-Up and two adjacent tenants were victims of a six-alarm fire — ignited by an arsonist who tried to cover up a burglary after stealing computers from the Dallas Gay Alliance. A few items survived, including the brass chandeliers in the karaoke parlor.

Maintaining a classic definition of western culture is part of the Round-Ups success.

Western shirts are tucked in. And we dont wear crumpled hats — no Madonna cowboy hats either, co-owner Alan Pierce says.

Miller and Pierce have been partners for 22 years: In 2006, they were married in Montreal. Miller grew up near the mouth of Red River; and Pierce in New Mexico. And like many Round-Up patrons, Miller and Pierce both had rodeo culture in common.

Like the gay rodeo circuit, gay country-western clubs emerged out of necessity — not to rebel against tradition. Old-school C&W culture — and specifically Nashville — are still very much homophobic. K.D. Langs phenomenal success changed perceptions a little. But Miller says the secret to the Round-Ups longevity isnt really about hats, dance steps or cocktails. Its because everyone here is so friendly.

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“Mama Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYJVCUrjnM4

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love

Cowboys ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold
And they’d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis

And each night begins a new day
And if you don’t understand him and he don’t die young
You’ll probably just ride away

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love

Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms, clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children, girls of the night
And them that don’t know him won’t like him and them that do

Sometimes won’t know how to take him
He ain’t wrong, he’s just different but his pride won’t let him
Do things to make you think he’s right

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys

Duration : 0:4:42

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“They Don’t Know”
(feat. Mike Jones)

[Snippets from U.G.K. songs Bun-B (Pimp-C)]
They don’t know what that scar bout’
They don’t know what that bar bout’
They don’t know what that candy car bout’

or smokin’ that joint about
Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin’ naked in the great state of Tex’
3rd Coast Born I mean we’re Texas raised

(Texas muthafucka that’s where I stay)

[Paul Wall]
All ready!
What you know about swangaz and vogues
What you know bout’ purple drank
What you know bout’ poppin’ trunk, neon lights, candy paint
What you know about white shirts, starched down jeans with a razor crease
Platinum and gold on top our teeth, big ol’ chains with a iced out piece
You don’t know bout’ Michael Watts
You don’t know about DJ Screw
What you know about “MAN! Hold UP”, I done came down and what it do?
They don’t know about P.A.T

What you know bout’ FREE PIMP C
What you know bout’ the Swishahouse man
What you know bout’ the S.U.C

We keep it playa, ain’t no fake
When we holdin’ plex whenever haters hate
We listen to music screwed and chopped
Down here in this Lone Star state
Outta towners be comin’ around
Runnin’ they mouth and talkin’ down
but you don’t know nuthin’ bout my town
either hold it down or move around

[Snippets from U.G.K. songs Bun-B (Pimp-C)]
They don’t know what that scar bout’
They don’t know what that bar bout’
They don’t know what that candy car bout’

or smokin’ that joint about
Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin’ naked in the great state of Tex’
3rd Coast Born I mean we’re Texas raised

(Texas muthafucka that’s where I stay)

[Mike Jones]
MIKE JONES!
Me and Paul we actin’ a fool
When screens fall I’m packin’ a tool
I’m Texas raised, Texas made
We grind daily no minimum wage
I represent the home of candy cars
Screw music and purple bar
Trunk bangin’, fifth hangin’
84’s and vogue swangin’
Belt-buckles we wear in Texas
Rag-tops lay down on Lexus
Diamonds shinin’ from grillin’ necklace
Haters hate cuz we well respected
Paul Wall and Mike Jones
Who one of the throwedest on the microphone
We sittin’ high on 20 inch chrome
Tryin’ to get our shine on
I said, Paul Wall and Mike Jones
Who one of the throwedest on the microphone
We sittin’ high on 20 inch chrome
Tryin’ to get our shine on
I crack a smile and show platinum mouth
Every time I rap I rep Swishahouse
I spit a verse and head straight to the vaults
5 G’s for me to even open my mouth

[Snippets from U.G.K. songs Bun-B (Pimp-C)]
They don’t know what that scar bout’
They don’t know what that bar bout’
They don’t know what that candy car bout’

or smokin’ that joint about
Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin’ naked in the great state of Tex’
3rd Coast Born I mean we’re Texas raised

(Texas muthafucka that’s where I stay)

[Paul Wall]
All Ready!
Hold on, hold up a second cuz
boys comin’ down blue or red
Down here pimpin’ ain’t dead
Grindin’ daily to stack my bread
I from the place where girls jump fly
Now a days the brauds pimp brauds
Cuz they got more game then most these guys
You’ll get set up and then you’ll get robbed
You don’t know bout’ chunkin’ a deuce
You don’t know bout a southside fade
Down here we be ridin’ d’s
But you don’t know about choppin blades
Texas southern or Prairie View
What you know bout’ battle of the bands
Down here we got ghetto grub
Like William’s chicken or Timmy Chan’s
You can catch me ridin’ swangs
What you know about sippin’ syrup
You don’t know about pourin’ it up
Purple drank some speeches slurred
You don’t know bout’ the way we talk
Boys say we got country words
But I don’t really care what you heard
Cuz you don’t know bout’ the Dirty 3rd

[Snippets from U.G.K. songs Bun-B (Pimp-C)]
They don’t know what that scar bout’
They don’t know what that bar bout’
They don’t know what that candy car bout’

or smokin’ that joint about
Texas is the home of the playas and pimps
Showin’ naked in the great state of Tex’
3rd Coast Born I mean we’re Texas raised

(Texas muthafucka that’s where I stay)

Duration : 0:4:1

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Willie Hugh Nelson (born April 30, 1933) is an American country singer-songwriter, author, poet and actor.
Along with Nelson, Waylon Jennings was also achieving success in country music in the early 1970s, and the pair were soon combined into a genre called outlaw country (”outlaw” because it did not conform to Nashville standards).

“Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys” is a country music song written by Ed Bruce and Patsy Bruce. It was made famous by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson, whose version was first released on their 1978 album Waylon & Willie. The song’s lyrics advise mothers to raise their children as doctors or lawyers rather than cowboys, who seem to be “always alone.”

The Waylon & Willie version peaked at No. 1 in March 1978, spending four weeks atop the Billboard magazine Hot Country Singles chart.

Lyrics:
Cowboys ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold
And they’d rather give you a song then diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi’s each night begins a new day
And if you don’t understand him and he don’t die young
He’ll probly just ride away

Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love

Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian mornings
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
And them that don’t know him won’t like him
And them that do sometimes won’t know how to take him
He ain’t wrong he’s just different
but his pride won’t let him do things to make you think he’s right

Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love

Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys

Duration : 0:2:30

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