Mama don’t let your cowboys grow up to be babies
Don’t let ‘em sit home all day on their butts
Make ‘em do dishes and laundry and such
Mama don’t let your cowboys grow up to be babies
Yain’t doin’ em no favor if free time they savor
While you follow ‘round with a mop.
Babies are critters who cannot take care of themselves
And they think the vacuuming’s done by invisible elves
Empty beer bottles and old faded Levis dumped on the floor with the towels
And if you don’t wash them he’ll wear them again
Pizza sauce dried on his jowls.
Mama don’t let your cowboys grow up to be babies
Don’t let ‘em sit home all day on their butts
Make ‘em do dishes and laundry and such
Mama don’t let your cowboys grow up to be babies
Yain’t doin’ em no favor if free time they savor
While you follow ‘round with a mop.
Mary she worked in the city for minimum wage
Tex he drank beer on the porch and watched TV all day
She came home each evenin’ so tired
Just wantin’ to sit down and to get off her feet
He called from the couch could she get ‘im a beer
and by the way when do we eat?
Mama don’t let your cowboys grow up to be babies
Don’t let ‘em sit home all day on their butts
Make ‘em do dishes and laundry and such
Mama don’t let your cowboys grow up to be babies
Yain’t doin’ em no favor if free time they savor
While you follow ‘round with a mop.
HAH! Good one! Even more interesting is the fact that Willie Nelson performed at the Strawberry Festival last night! And I saw him! For Free!
Brilliant!
But you know, the keepers of the patriarchal flame are going to put this down to the influence of gay cowboy movies ...
*claps*
*whistles*
Like I needed another frigging country song in my head.
Good one!