Last night my kids gravitated toward the mechanical bull at the Elko Motorcycle Jamboree. There was quite a crowd and I was a little surprised and nervous when Colton decided he wanted to try a ride. Ah, but there was no age limit and Daddy was on hand to keep the confidence going.
Never ceases to amaze me, my lil yee-haw yellin' cowkids. Whenever they shout those hearty yee-haws, I am first proud, then scared. As romantic and beautiful as those rugged old cowboys are, we don't want our little ones to live the life of praying for the rain to start or stop. Its a hard life and cowboys are a dying breed... course we are proud to say, now that boy can rope, ride, hammer and paint, do things with his hands that most men can't...Anyhow it's not a Brooks and Dunn song in my brain this morning. It is Waylon, always Waylong that comes to mind when I hear little yee haws.
I'm gonna share if for you now. First the lyrics, then I hope the Utube video I found. I know you love them cowboys too!
by Waylon Jennings
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.
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.
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.
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.
To watch the video, click here http://youtu.be/N_a4BU09GrU
Have a yee-haw good time with your lil cowboys today.
HjB
June 18, 2011
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