The Cowboys

The Cowboys at the Texas photo festival remind me of the old western movies.  They are from a generation in time where the the terrain was wild and free.   Cowboys are still here in Texas and other places.  Perhaps less are ranchers and on horseback, but they still roam the land.  To the Cowboys; a song I listened to as a child and still today.  The great Country artist Waylon Jennings may have said it best in my opinion.

Mammas Don’t let your babies grow up to be Cowboys

“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, an’ he don’t die young
He’ll prob’ly 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
‘Cos they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love

Cowboys like 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 ain’t wrong, he’s just different but his pride won’t let him
Do things to make you think he’s right”


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