7.20.2009

Cowboys at Heart...








Noah wearing Jody's grandfather's cowboy hat (above)...



"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
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 like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian moringin's
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
And 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
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
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..."

-Willie Nelson

On the contrary...this mama very clearly hopes her baby grows up to be a cowboy. The irony to this dream is that when I was a little girl growing up in East Texas-- I was surrounded by good 'ole southern men, many of whom were Cowboys...my granddad was definitely a cowboy through and through. I can just see him now all dressed up and wearing his cowboy hat--what a strong and handsome man he was!! But admittedly, I wasn't that into cowboys when I was younger and definitely did not like to listen to country music. Maybe it was just my own little way of rebelling since I was surrounded by it as a child- who knows. Yet, I remember to this day when this all changed...

I was a freshman in college and attending a school outside the state of Texas. It was my first time to not live in the Lone Star state and man I got so homesick that year, I could barely stand it. So, in an attempt to temper my overwhelming feelings of homesickness, I started listening to country music and longed for the year to be over so I could return to Texas! Needless to say, my freshman year finally ended and I moved back to Texas to attend college and literally, one of the first things I did when I stepped off the plane was grab some of my friends and head to the nearest country dance hall and let a cowboy twirl me around the dance floor in his nicely starched jeans and shirt, cowboy boots and hat and I knew I was home where I belonged...

Oh mama, I am madly in love with my two cowboys above....

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