ATF: Waylon and Willie

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Waylon Jennings]

Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies

 Grow Up To Be Cowboys

Waylon Jennings

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

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

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

Link: [Willie Nelson]

My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys

Willie Nelson

I grew up a-dreamin'

Of bein' a cowboy

and Lovin' the cowboy ways

Pursuin' the life

Of my high-ridin' heroes

I burned up my childhood days

I learned of all the rules

Of the modern-day drifter

Don't you hold on to nothin' too long

Just take what you need from the ladies

Then leave them

With the words of a sad country song

My heroes have always been cowboys

And they still are

It seems

Sadly in search of

And one step in back of

Themselves

And their slow-movin' dreams

Cowboys are special

With their own brand of misery

From being alone too long

You could die from the cold

In the arms of a nightmare

Knowin' well that your best days are gone

Pickin' up hookers

Instead of my pen

I let the words of my youth fade away

Old worn-out saddles

And old worn-out memories

But no one and no place to stay

My heroes have always been cowboys

And they still are

It seems

Sadly in search of

And one step in back of

Themselves

And their slow-movin' dreams

Sadly in search of

And one step in back of

Themselves

And their slow-movin’ dreams

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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