And so another journey has come to an end Another moment passed that will not, will not, come again Resting in the shade of oak, so it has always been
Let the glory of the Lord rise among us Let the glory of the Lord rise among us Let the praises of the King rise among us Let it rise Let the songs of
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mamas
As the congregation grows The lung of solitude deflates To my ears the greatest sin Feel a bit like Beethoven Simultaneous they speak unbeknownst Exiled
As the congregation grows To my ears the greatest sin The lung of solitude deflates Feel a bit like Beethoven Exiled to the inner voice, difference is
Real niggaz only First of all, what's my name? 5-9 Yeah, I got somethin' for you I got somethin' for you, yeah They call me Royce 5-9 or, Mr. Always
(Ed Bruce/Patsy Bruce) (Duet with Deana Carter) from Album: I've Always Been Crazy - A Tribute to Waylon Jennings Cowboys ain't easy to love and they
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold Lone star belt buckles and old faded Levis And
something in the atmosphere tangible and crystal clear something in your attitude shows me how you're great and good lost in your world locked in forever
I?m a frantic un-satisfied woman When the day grows long and I can?t seem to settle down Then slowly grows our little faith I hang my head on Everyday
And so another journey has come to an end Another moment passed that will not, will not come again Resting in the shade of oaks, so it has always been
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,
Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mama don
Translation: Big Daddy Weave. Let It Rise.
Translation: Ledoux, Chris. Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys.
Translation: Joe Dolce. Let's Grow.
