MAMAS DON'T LET YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE WALL STREET COWBOYS
(MaMa's Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys, Waylon Jennings)
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Wall Street cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a tin cup than diamonds or gold.
Gucci belt buckles and Hermes ties,
And each night begins a new trading day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just fade away.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Wall Street cowboys.
Don't let 'em carry blackberries, watch Bloomberg or drive Lexus SUV trucks.
Let 'em be doctors or even lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Wall Street cowboys.
'Cos they'll trade you out of house and home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they pretend to love.

Wall Street Cowboys like smokey old strip clubs and bull market runs,
Gullible lambs to fleece 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 tolerate his delusions of grandeur.
He thinks he's invincible, he's not different but his pride won't let him admit it,
Don't do things to make him think he's right.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Wall Street cowboys.
Don't let 'em carry blackberries, watch Bloomberg or drive LEXUS SUV trucks.
Let 'em be doctors or even lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Wall Street cowboys.
'Cos they'll trade you out of house and home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they pretend to love.