Mama's Song

She was born on the plains
Where the wide open range
Rises up to the edge of the sky
Where the tumbleweeds roll
And the buffalo roam
And the coyotes howl through the night
When she turned seventeen
She was rodeo queen
But she never did hold to the crown
Cus them tall city lights
On those west Texas nights
Kept a calling her closer to town

She was raised up on Willie,Waylon, and Jones
But she never did learn
To love sad country songs
She dreamed of starting a family
Building a home

She went off to college worked hard
And earned her degree
Met her a doctor from out in Fort Stockton
Got married, and then she had me
I grew up not knowing to rope
Not knowing to ride
No horse and no saddle
No hat and no cattle
No breathing in smoke from a hot branding fire

I learned about Willie, Waylon, and Jones
I learned how to play all them sad country songs
Cus my heroes have always been cowboys
Mamma tried
My momma tried

Now I stand on this stage
Pick on this guitar and sing
Driving around to every small town
Chasing this neon dream
And I hope and I pray every day
Imake my momma proud
Singing these sad country songs
For a sad country crowd

And I sign about Willie Waylon and Jones
I teach all these sinners
Them sad country songs
My heroes have always been cowboys
Momma tried
My momma tried
Momma tried

Momma please let your babies grow up to be cowboys