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Introduction

There’s something magnetic about a man who sings the truth—even when it’s messy, flawed, and wrapped in denim. Waylon Jennings did that better than anyone. And with “Good Hearted Woman” and “Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys”, he didn’t just sing country music—he defined it.

“Good Hearted Woman” is a love letter to the kind of woman who sees through the rough edges. She knows her man’s wild streak. She knows he’ll stay out late, chase a song, chase a dream—but she loves him anyway. There’s a line in there—“She loves him in spite of his ways”—and if you’ve ever loved or been loved with that kind of grace, you know exactly what it means.

Then there’s “Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys”—Waylon’s warning wrapped in a wink. It’s not really a song about cowboys. It’s about the loners, the wanderers, the ones who’d rather ride into the unknown than settle down. Waylon and Willie weren’t scolding mamas—they were explaining them. The kind of man who lives on the road isn’t built for easy love. And yet, people love them anyway.

Put these two songs side by side, and you get the full picture: the beauty and heartbreak of loving someone who doesn’t always fit the mold. One song honors the woman who stays. The other explains the man who leaves. And both are Waylon at his most honest.

These aren’t just hits—they’re mirrors. For anyone who’s ever tried to hold on to someone whose heart belonged to the wind, they feel like home.

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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson]
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

[Chorus: Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson]
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

[Verse 2: Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, & Both]
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

[Chorus: Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson]
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

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