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
(lyrics by Ed Bruce)