Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies
I bet you never heard ol' Marshall Dillon say
Miss Kitty have you ever thought of running away
And settling down, would you marry me
If I asked you twice and begged you pretty please?
Aw, she'd have said yes in a New York minute,
they never tied the knot. His heart wasn't in it,
He just stole a kiss and rode away,
never hung his hat up at Kitty's place.
Shoulda been a cowboy
Shoulda learned to rope and ride.
Wearing my six-shooter,
Ridin' my pony on a cattle drive.
Stealing a young girl's heart just like Gene and Roy.
Singin' those campfire songs ... shoulda been a cowboy!
I shoulda been a cowboy ...
I mighta had a sidekick with a funny name,
Running wild through the hills chasing Jesse James.
Ending up on the brink of danger
Riding shotgun with the Texas Rangers.
Go West, young man!Haven't you been told?
California's full of whiskey and women and gold.
Hidin' out all night beneath the desert stars
With a dream in my eye and a prayer in my heart.
Shoulda been a cowboy, shoulda learnt to rope and ride.
Wearin my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive.
Stealing a young girl's heart,
just like Gene and Roy.
Singin' those campfire songs,
I should've been a cowboy.
Maybe I ought to cut him some slack.
He is from Connecticut. He did go to those fancy schools. Andover. Ivy League. UT-Law did turn him down.