M'amie
Composer(s): Robert Chabrier; Jo Moutet
Performer(s): Georges Guétary



Quand tu viens vers moi abandonnée m'amie
Je t'ouvre les bras pour t'embrasser m'amie
Et nous restons là sans nous parler heureux
Amoureux nous dévorant des yeux
Tout pourrait sombrer autour de nous m'amie
L'univers entier ne compterait plus m'amie
Puisque notre amour est plus grand chaque jour
J'ai mon paradis quand j'ai tes yeux m'amie

M'amie... m'amie...

Regarde les fleurs elles sont jolies m'amie
Elles ont un cœur et toi aussi m'amie
Mais quand le jour meurt elles vont se cacher
Pour pleurer des larmes de rosée
Comme elles nous envient car nous avons m'amie
Le jour et la nuit pour nous aimer m'amie
Puisqu'on est si bien, jusqu'au petit matin
Reste dans mes bras on s'aimera
On s'aimera m'amie
 

Mami
Composer(s): Adrian Abonizio
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto



Mami
que lástima no pueda llorar
me enseñaron que la tristeza
no hay que mostrar
Mami
que lástima no pueda cantar
cantando uno aleja la locura de los otros
los que te enseñan sis saber

Mami
que lástima la lástima del fin
debe haber una medida que soporte el corazón
y no tengamos que esperar
Mami, te enseñaron con sentencias, cordenadas, ordenadas
con florcitas dibujadas en cuadernos Rivadavia
Mami, ya no creo en nada

Mami
hubo una luna de invierno, la gomina para el pelo
las escarchas en el cielo y la noche el misterio
de unos cuerpos
Mami
te trajeron de una isla, te educaron bajo el sol
luego el mundo se complica y ya nadie te lo explica
por eso es que algunas noches
yo te escucho murmurar
por eso es que algunas noches
yo te escucho que rezás
diciendo Mami
 

Gooch's Song 
Composer(s): Jerry Herman
Performer(s): Jane Connell



Agnes Gooch:
With my wings resolutely spread, Missis Burnside
And my old inhibitions shed, Missis Burnside
I did each little thing you said, Missis Burnside
I lived! I lived! I lived!
I altered the drape of a drop of my bodice
And softened the shape of my brow
I followed directions
And made some connections
But what do I do now?
Who'd think this Miss Prim would have opened a window
As far as her whim would allow
And who would suppose it was so hard to close it
Oh, what do I do now?
I polished and I powdered and puffed myself
If life is a banquet I stuffed myself
I had my misgivings, but went on a field trip
To find out what living's about
My thanks for your training
Now I'm not complaining
But you left something out!
Instead of wand'ring on with my lone remorse
I have come back home to complete the course
Oh, what do I do now?
Missis Burnside
I traveled to hell in my new veneer
And look what I got as a souvenir
But still I'll defend you
As guide and instructor
Would I recommend you and how
Although I was leery, I thrived on your theory
That life can be a wow!
You said there's nothing wrong with a harmless smooch
So I'm gonna call him Burnside Gooch
But what do I do now?
 

Bosom Buddies 
Composer(s): Jerry Herman
Performer(s): Angela Lansbury
and various other artists



Vera and Mame:
We'll always be bosom buddies
Friends, sisters and pals
We'll always be bosom buddies
If life should reject you
There's me to protect you

Vera:
If I say that your tongue is vicious

Mame:
If I call you uncouth

Vera and Mame:
It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy
Will sit down and tell you the truth

Vera:
Tho' now and again I'm aware that my candid opinion may sting

Mame:
Tho' often my frank observation might scald
I've been meanin' to tell you for years
You should keep your hair natural like mine

Vera:
If I kept my hair natural like yours, I'd be bald
But darling

Vera and Mame
We'll always be dear companions

Vera:
My crony

Mame:
My mate

Vera and Mame:
We'll always be harmonizing

Vera:
Orphan Annie and Sandy

Vera and Mame:
Like Amos and Andy

Vera:
If I say that your sense of style's as far as off as your youth
It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy
Will tell you the whole stinkin' truth

Mame:
Each time that a critic has written, "Your voice is the voice of a frog!"
Straight to your side to defend you I rush
You know that I'm there ev'ry time that the world makes an unkind remark
When they say "Vera Charles is the world's greatest lush!"
It hurts me!

Vera:
And if I say your fangs are showing
Mame, pull in your claws
It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy
Will notice the obvious flaws!

Mame:
I feel it's my duty to tell you it's time to adjust to your age
You try to be "Peg O' My Heart", when you're "Lady Macbeth"
Exactly how old are you, Vera? The truth!

Vera:
Well, how old do you think?

Mame:
I'd say somewhere in between forty and the death!

Vera and Mame:
But sweetie

Vera:
I'll always be Alice Toklas
If you'll be Gertrude Stein
And tho' I'll admit I've dished you
I've gossiped and gloated
But I'm so devoted

Mame:
And if I say that sex and guts made you into a star
It's simply that who else but a bosom buddy
Will tell you how rotten you are

Vera and Mame:
Just turn your bosom buddy
For aid and affection
For help and direction
For loyalty, love and for sooth!
Remember that who else but a bosom buddy
Will sit down and level
And give you the devil,
Will sit down and tell you the truth!
 

Mame 
Composer(s): Jerry Herman
Originally performed by: Charles Braswell
Covered by various other artists



Chorus:
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame
You've got that banjoes strummin'
And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band
The whole plantation's hummin'
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land
You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame
You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame
Who ever thought a Yankee would put
A little Dixie mouse to shame
You've made us feel alive again
You've given us the drive again
To make the South revive again, Mame

Beauregard Burnside:
You've brought the cake-walk back into style, Mame
You make the weepin' willow tree smile, Mame
Your skin is Dixie satin
There's rebel in your manner and your speech
You may be from Manhattan
But Georgia never had a sweeter peach

All:
You make our black-eyed peas and our grits, Mame
Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, Mame
You came, you saw, you conquered
And absolutely nothing is the same
You're special fascination'll prove to be inspirational
We think you're just sensational, Mame
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame
You've got that banjoes strummin'
And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band
The whole plantation's hummin'
Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land
You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame
You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame
Who ever thought a Yankee would put
A little Dixie mouse to shame
You've made us feel alive again
You've given us the drive again
To make the South revive again, Mame
Mame! Mame! Mame! Mame!
 

Sugar Baby
Performer(s): Peter Kraus



Sugar, sugar Baby
Ooh, sugar, sugar Baby
Mmh, sei doch lieb zu mir
Sugar,sugar Baby
Ooh, sugar, sugar Baby
Mmh, dann bleib' ich bei dir

Ich kenn' Susie und Madelein
Kenn' die Mary und die Jane
Auch Diana ist bezaubernd und nett
Und das eine ist mir klar
Ich käm dauernd in Gefahr
Oh, wenn ich dich nicht hätt'
My sugar Baby

Sugar, sugar Baby...

Du hast Charm und du hast Chic
Und dein Lächeln und dein Blick
Raubten schon am ersten Tag mir die Ruh'
Wenn ich dich bekommen kann
Schau ich keine andre an
Oh, denn so bist nur du
My sugar Baby

Sugar, sugar Baby...

Sugar, sugar Baby...
 

Open A New Window 
Composer(s): Jerry Herman
Originally performed by: Angela Lansbury
Covered by various other artists



Mame:
Open a new window
Open a new door
Travel a new highway
That's never been tried before
Before you find you're a dull fellow
Punching the same clock
Walking the same tight rope
As everyone on the block
The fellow you ought to be is three dimensional
Soaking up life down to your toes
Whenever they say you're slightly unconventional
Just put your thumb up to your nose
And show 'em how to dance to a new rhythm
Whistle a new song
Toast with a new vintage
The fizz doesn't fizz too long
There's only one way to make the bubbles stay
Simply travel a new high way
Dance to a new rhythm
Open a new window ev'ry day!
If you follow your Auntie Mame
I'll make this vow, my little love
That on the last day of your life
You'll be smiling the same young smile
You're smiling now, my little love
If you wake up ev'ry mornin'
And you pull aside the shutter
And you promise me that these'll be
The first words that you utter
Open a new window
Open a new door
Travel a new highway
That's never been tried before
Before you find you're a dull fellow
Punching the same clock
Walking the same tight rope
As everyone on the block
The fellow you ought to be is three dimensional
Soaking up life down to your toes

Mame and Agnes:
Whenever they say you're slightly unconventional

Patrick:
Just put your thumb up to your nose

Mame and All:
And show 'em how to dance to a new rhythm
Whistle a new song
Toast with a new vintage
The fizz doesn't fizz too long
There's only one way to make the bubbles stay
Simply travel a new high way
Dance to a new rhythm
Open a new window ev'ry day!

All:
Open a new window
Open a new door
Travel a new highway
That's never been tried before
Before you find you're a dull fellow
Punching the same clock
Walking the same tight rope
As everyone on the block
The fellow you ought to be is three dimensional
Soaking up life down to your toes
Whenever they say you're slightly unconventional
Just put your thumb up to your nose
And show 'em how to dance to a new rhythm
Whistle a new song
Toast with a new vintage
The fizz doesn't fizz too long
There's only one way to make the bubbles stay
Simply travel a new high way
Dance to a new rhythm
Whistle a new love song
Toast with a new vintage
Open a new window ev'ry day!
 

Mambordel
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



O rei pediu quartel
Foi proclamada a república
Neste bordel

Eu vou virar artista
Ficar famosa, falar inglês
Autografar com as unhas
Eu vou, nas costas do meu freguês

Eu cobro meia entrada
Da estudantada que não tem vez
Aqui no meu teatro
Grupo de quatro paga por três

O rei pediu quartel
Foi proclamada a república 
Neste bordel

Faço qualquer negócio
Passo recibo, aceito cartão
Faço facilitado, financiado
E sem correção

Ao povo nossas carícias
Ao povo nossas carências
Ao povo nossas delícias
E nossas doenças
 

Mambo Rock
Composer(s): Jimmy Ayre; M. Phillips; Bix Reichner
Performer(s): Bill Haley
and various other artists



Hey mambo, mambo rock 
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Everybody's doing it, mambo rock
There's an island in the Caribbean Sea
Where the natives dance and rock with plea
The mambo dance in a different way
They do the crazy mambo rock all day
Hey mambo, mambo rock 
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Everybody's doing it, mambo rock

Where the waves roll up on the golden sand
Grab your chick right by the hand
You can clap and stamp your feet
To that crazy rocking mambo beat
Oh, hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Everybody's doing it, mambo rock

Through the red hot day and the cool-cool night
When the mambo moon is shining bright
They love to dance around the clock
To that crazy rocking mambo beat
Hey mambo, mambo rock 
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Everybody's doing it, mambo rock

Hey mambo, mambo rock 
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Hey mambo, mambo rock
Everybody's doing it, mambo rock
 

Mambo Miam Miam
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



J'ai dans l'oesophage
Un antropophage
Qui avait dans l'idée
De m'empoisonner
Il m'disait p'tite tête
Ôte-toi d'là qu'j'm'y mette
Je me suis résigné
À l'bouffer l'premier

Sauvage ou pirate
On s'tire dans les pattes
Et le moins malin
Peut crever de faim
Soldat ou artiste
On est tous des tristes
Sires et malheur à
Qui manque d'estomac

Dans ma garçonnière
Misère de misère
La femme du voisin
S'fait couler un bain
Quand la mienne s'déhanche
J'ai le cœur qui flanche
D'voir les autres tudieu
La bouffer des yeux

Viendra le jour certes
Où la gueule ouverte
Comme ça d'but en noir
J'irai me faire voir
J'ferai des orphelines
Et par la racine
J'boufferai les orties
Et les pissenlits

Mambo miam miam
Mambo miam miam
Mambo miam miam
Mambo miam miam

Miam miam
 

100 Nights
Composer(s): Steve Hogarth
Performer(s): Marillion



A hundred nights of fun and games
A thousand empty glasses
I feel it change
And stay the same
As each day passes
They invite me to their gathering
In the finer parts of town
They seem attracted to my indifference
The irony just knocks me out
And I love them as if I love them
And they reciprocate with help
But I look up at these mirrors sometimes
And I can't see myself
They say that some are born to burn
And some are born to give
They say that some people live and learn
Some people only live and live
You don't know that I come here
If you did you would know why
So we close our eyes
You didn't notice me
As i passed you on the stairs
How could you ever guess
Lookin' at my face
How closely I share your taste
How well I know your place
Even the clothes you wear
I've seen them when you're not there
You say that you can win win win
If you know how to play the game
But while you're out there playing you see
There's something you should know
She spends your money
She spends your money on me

Mambo Italiano
Composer(s): Bob Merrill
Originally performed by: Rosemary Clooney
Covered by various other artists



A girl went back to Napoli
Because she missed the scenery
The native dances and the charming songs
But wait a minute, something's wrong. . .

Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano
Go, go, go you mixed up Siciliano
All you Calabrese -a do the mambo like a crazy with a. . .

Hey mambo, don't wanna tarantella
Hey mambo, no more a mozzarella
Hey mambo! Mambo italiano!
Try an enchilada with the fish a baccalà and a. .  .
Hey cumpà, I love a how you dance a rumba
But take a some advice paesano
Learn how to mambo!
If you gonna be a square - You ain't a gonna go nowhere

Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Go, go, Joe, shake a like a Giovanno
Come lei dice -ah you getta happy in the feets-a? Aye . . .
When you mambo italiano

Shake-a Baby shake-a 'cause I love a when you take a me
Mama say "stop-a or I'm gonna tell a papa"

And a hey cetriolo you don't a have to go to school
Just make-it with the beat bambino. . .
It's a like a vino
Kid you good a lookin' but you don't a-know what's cookin' till you. . .

Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Ho, ho, ho, you mixed up Siciliano
it's a so delish-a ev'rybody can capisci. . .
how to mambo italianoooooo!

'Ats nice!

Unh
 

100 Years Ago
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones



Went out walkin' through the wood the other day
and the world was a carpet laid before me
The buds were bursting and the air smelled sweet and strange
and it seemed about a hundred years ago

Mary and I, we would sit upon a gate
just gazin' at some dragon in the sky
What tender days, we had no secrets hid away
well, it seemed about a hundred years ago

Now all my friends are wearing worried smiles
living out a dream of what they was
Don't you think it's sometimes wise not to grow up?

Wend out walkin' through the wood the other day
can't you see the furrows in my forehead?
What tender days, we had no secrets hid away
now it seems about a hundred years ago

Now if you see me drinkin' bad red wine
don't worry 'bout this man that you love
Don't you think it's sometimes wise not to grow up?

You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you
You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you
You're gonna kiss and say good-bye, oh Lord, I warn you
and please excuse me while I hide away
Call me lazy bones
ain't got no time to waste away
lazy bones ain't got no time to waste away
Don't you think it's just about time to hide away? 
Yeah, yeah! 

Mambembe
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
Soledad Bravo; Jose Luiz Mazziotti



No palco, na praça, no circo, num banco de jardim
Correndo no escuro, pixado no muro
Você vai saber de mim
Mambembe, cigano
Debaixo da ponte, cantando
Por baixo da terra, cantando
Na boca do povo, cantando

Mendigo, malandro, moleque, mulambo, bem ou mal
Escravo fugido ou louco varrido
Vou fazer meu festival
Mambembe, cigano
Debaixo da ponte, cantando
Por baixo da terra, cantando
Na boca do povo, cantando

Poeta, palhaço, pirata, corisco, errante judeu
Dormindo na estrada, não é nada, não é nada
E esse mundo é todo meu
Mambembe, cigano
Debaixo da ponte, cantando
Por baixo da terra, cantando
Na boca do povo, cantando
 

100,000 Pennies
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein



I broke into the bank on Sunday
You should see the money I got
I couldn't drag it home 'til Monday
'Cause it sure weighed an awful lot

Then I sat down to count it
And much to my surprise
A whole lotta little brown, little round coins
Rolled out before my eyes

Chorus:
I've got a hundred thousand dollars worth of pennies
Not a solitary dollar or a dime
And I don't believe there's many
Rich men with a problem like mine

And I don't think this is any
Kind of ending to a perfect crime
I've got a hundred thousand dollars worth of pennies
And I'm spendin' it a penny at a time!

Now a steak sure would taste delicious
And I've forgot how a beer would feel
But the man just might get suspicious
If I gave him eight hundred pennies for a meal

So I guess I'll just weigh myself again
And buy me another stick of gum
I've got a hundred thousand dollars worth of pennies, Lord!
And I'm livin' like a penniless bum!

Chorus:
I've got a hundred thousand dollars worth of pennies
Not a solitary dollar or a dime
And I don't believe there's many
Rich men with a problem like mine

Mama's Pearl
Composer(s): Berry Gordy Jr.; Alphonso Mizell;
Freddie Perren; Deke Richards
Performer(s): The Jackson 5



Michael: 
You send cold chills up and down my spine
You kiss my chills
But you draw the line, oh baby

Jackson 5: 
Oh baby

Michael: 
'Cause yo' mama told you that love wasn't right
Don't you know good lovin' is the spice of life, yeah

Mama's pearl, let down your curls
Won't you give my love a whirl
Find what you've been missin'

Jackson 5: 
What you've been missin'

Michael: Oooh-oooh, now baby
Daddy's girl, let down your curls
Won't give you give your heart a twirl
Don't keep me wishin'

Jackson 5: 
Keep me wishin'

Tito: 
Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom boom boom
Ba-boom, ba-boom boom
Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom boom boom
Ba-boom, ba-boom boom

Michael: 
You want my lovin'
Yes you do do do

Jackson 5: 
Yes you do, I know you do

Michael: You want my lovin'
Is it true true true, now baby

Jackson 5: 
Oh baby

Michael: Now your conscience tells you
Love is wrong

Jakcson 5: 
Oh

Michael: 
Did you know good lovin'
Never hurt no one
Oh...

Mama's pearl, let down your curls
Won't you give my love a whirl
Find what you've been missin'

Jackson 5: 
What you've been missin'

Michael: 
Oooh-oooh now baby
Daddy's girl, let down your curls
Won't you give your heart a twirl
Don't keep me wishin'

Jakcson 5: 
Keep me wishin'

Michael: 
Let it all hang out

Jackson 5: 
Girl don't be afraid

Jermaine: 
Oooh, you've got the first step made

Jackie: 
Oooh, the rest is up to you

Jermaine: 
Feel is what you do
Let yourself go

Michael: 
Let your lovin' flow, now now now
Let your lovin' flow, now now
Just give in to me

Jermaine: 
'Cause I've got what you need

Michael: 
Got what you need

Michael: 
Let's fall in love
Let's fall in love
Find out what you're missin'
Goody girl, we've got the pearl
Give your heart a twirl
Won't you give my love a whirl

Jackson 5: 
Girl don't be afraid

Jermaine: 
Oooh, you've got the first step made

Jackie: 
Oh just give in
Just give in to me

Jermaine: 
'Cause I've got what you need

Michael: 
Got what you need

Jermaine: 
Let's fall in love
Let's fall in love
Let yourself go

Michael: 
Let your lovin' flow
Let your lovin' flow
Just give it to me

Jermaine: 
'Cause I've got what you need
Got what you need

Michael: 
Oh oh oh oh, mama's pearl

Jackson 5: 
Daddy's girl we've got it made
Let's fall in love
Let's fall in love
Girl we've got it made

Michael: 
Find out what you've been missin' sugar
Goody goody goody girl, oooh

Jackson 5: 
Let's fall in love
Let's fall in love

Michael: 
Mama's pearl

Jackson 5: 
Girl, we've got it made

Michael: 
Oooh, oooh

Jackson 5: 
Girl don't be afraid

Michael: 
Oooh

Jermaine: 
We've got the first step made
 

100,000 Tons Of Steel
Performer(s): The Grateful Dead



I know these rails we're on
like I know my lady's smile
We see a dozen dreams in every passing mile
Can't begin to count the trips she and I have made
But I wish I had a dollar 
for each time we've both been down this grade

And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll
The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control
She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know

It's one hell of an understatement, to say she can't be beat
She's tempermental, more a bitch than a machine
She wasn't built to travel at speed or through mud slides
These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn like the ties

And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll
The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control
She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know

Murphy sure out done himself to pick this stretch of track
I can only hope my luck is ridin' in the back
Well I have pray to God this ain't the day we meet
I've done about everything, but try dragging my feet

And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll
The brakes don't work and this grade's too steep, her engine's sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control
She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know

Oh, oh I want to go down slow

Mama's Little Alabama Coon (aka Stay In Your Own Back Yard)
Composer(s): Lyn Udall; Karl Kennett
Performer(s): Dick Hyman; Arthur Pryor



Ah's mama's li'l Alabama coon
And ah ain't been born very long
Ah's remember one big round moon
Ah's member singin’ one sweet song
When they took me down to the cotton field
There I tumbled and I rolled in the sun
Daddy picking cotton; mama watch me grow
This was the old song she sung

Lilac trees are bloomin’ in the garden by the gate
Mammy's at her little cabin door
Curly headed picanniny comin’ home so late
Cryin’ cuz his little heart is sore

All the children play around
With skins so white and fair
None of them with him would ever play
So mammy in her lap, took that weeping little chap
And crooned him in her kind old way

Why don't you play in your own backyard
Never mind what the white chile do
Nobody ever would want to play
With a little black coon like you

Go out and play as long as you please
But Honey don’t you cry so hard
Go out and jump on the high board fence
But stay in your own backyard

Go to sleep my little picanny 
Brer fox catch you if ya don't
Slumber on the bosom of your ol' mama Jinny
Mama goin to swap yo if you don't 
Ah-loo-ah-loo-ah-looah-loo-ah-loo
Underneath the sunny southern moon
Lullabye, Rockabye Mama's li'l baby
Mama's li'l Alabama Coon
 

100,000 Years
Composer(s): Gene Simmons
Performer(s): Kiss



I'm sorry to have taken so long 
It must have been a bitch while I was gone 
You mind if I sit down for a while 
You'll reacquaint yourself with my style 
Well, how could you have waited so long 
It must have been a bitch while I was gone 
All this time you put up a fear 
For a hundred thousand years 

I'm sorry to have taken so long 
It must have been a bitch while I was gone 
All this time you put up a fear 
For a hundred thousand years 

And baby won't you let me 
I think I'm goin' out of my head 
I'm just about to, ooh yeah, ha 

I'm sorry to have taken so long 
It must have been a bitch while I was gone 
You mind if I sit down for a while, would you babe 
You'll reacquaint yourself with my style

Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
Composer(s): Ed Bruce; Patsy Bruce
Performer(s): Willie Nelson
and various other artists



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

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