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't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probly just ride away
Photo credit: Brawny Stud
Song by Ed & Patsy Bruce
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3 comments:
That is one huge arm on the second guy. Man, I want to take a ride on them both.
It enlarges nicely too. Imagine what the rest of him looks like. I love the look on his face too.
Like Doug I want to take a ride on them both:)Hot men!
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