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| Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be Cowboys Copyright Alice E. Steimle - 2002 (in Memory of Waylon Jennings) |
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| Waylong Jennings' songs were always heard The radio played them; we listened to every word Papa just loved every tune he sang He said it was like the church bells rang He said little boys shouldn't grow up to be cowboys He never said little girls put away your toys Now I was a tomboy, you could count on that Cause I had my red boots and cowgirl hat I rode Diamond Head on many a trail I brushed him often and would trim his tail His saddle was brown; a blanket to keep him warm It grew old like him, sometimes tattered and torn Mr. Jennings passed on but he left many a tune To sing now in Heaven in April or June I bet Papa met him at that pearly gate I hope they'll stand by for me and wait |
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