Don’t Let Your Cowboys Grow Up to Be Babies Lyrics by Abbey Cone
(Feat. Madison Kozak)
Babies are easy to love and easy to hold
But not so much when they are going on forty years old
They can’t find the hamper, but they can find Bud Light
And still find the time to complain
If you ain’t with one, you left one, you drank to forget one
What prayer does a girl have to pray?
Mamas, don’t let your cowboys grow up to be babies
No, don’t raise a man-child that drives a big truck
Teach ’em to talk about feelings and such
Mamas, don’t let your cowboys grow up to be babies
‘Cause I want a full-grown man waiting at home
Is that really asking too much?
They wanna be needed, trusted, and treated like kings
Then they’ll pout and they’ll rage all over some football game
And they’ll call us crazy soon as the day we throw all the clothes in the yard
All that beggin’ and cryin’, reason and rhymin’
They’ll do everything but change
Mamas, don’t let your cowboys grow up to be babies
No, don’t raise a man-child that drives a big truck
Teach ’em to talk about feelings and such
Mamas, don’t let your cowboys grow up to be babies
‘Cause I want a full-grown man waiting at home
Is that really asking too much?
Mamas, don’t let your cowboys grow up to be babies
Don’t raise a man-child that drives a big truck
Teach ’em to talk about feelings and such
Mamas, don’t let your cowboys grow up to be babies
‘Cause I want a full-grown man waiting at home
Is that really asking too much?
I want a full-grown man waiting at home
Is that really asking too much?