Lyrics Struggle Jennings – Cowboys
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Jelly Roll:
Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)
Don’t let them pick guitars and drive old trucks
Let ’em be doctors and lawyers and such
‘Cause they’ll never be at home and they’re always feel alone
Even if they’re with somebody they love
Mama raised a dreamer, southside leanin’
Antiox codeine fiend, rose like the phoenix
Whippin’ way in then winds up, I ended up in hand cuffs
Was no comedian when the judge told me to stand up
Man in the mirror clearly different appearance
Experience is make it where I feel sentencin’ hearin’s
But I just stay faithful, real cowboys never make it
A shame, we see what the game did to Troy Aikman
But I just kept prayin’, ’cause that’s what the good book said
I followed in the footsteps of a man that booked beds
My daughter and my son I pray they can be all they can be
As long as they chose not to be a cowboy like me
Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)
Don’t let them pick guitars and drive old trucks
Let ’em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama’s don’t let you babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)
‘Cause they’ll never be at home and they’re always feel alone
Even if they’re with somebody they love
Struggle Jennings:
Mama raised a rambler, all on the line gambler
Slick country grammar, cocked back hammer
100 pounds in the camper, few years in the slammer
Air my dirty laundry share my life panorama
Panda, panda, I picked the load up from Atlanta
Landin’ from Havana from the hands of Jorge
Foreplay for court dates what more can they say, uh
I’m the real story, the one they try and tell
Quarter in the wishin’ well, fishin’ for the fish scale
Residue on this scale, victory in this tale
I throw my boat off in the water watch the shit sail
Get mail spend it all runnin’ from the law
Feel along with my locals ’cause my back against the wall
Times up blue lights and a loud noise
Tellin’ my baby mama don’t let the babies grow up to be cowboys
Jelly Roll:
Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)
Don’t let them pick guitars and drive old trucks
Let ’em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama’s don’t let you babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)
‘Cause they’ll never be at home and they’re always feel alone
Even if they’re with somebody they love
Album
Willie Nelson – Waylon & Willie
