I got a little.. what we call bored.
Mamas, Don't Your Babies Grow Up to Be Sailors
(the original)
Sailors ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a knot than diamonds or gold.
Tattoos of vessels and old splattered Carhardts,
And each watch begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just sail away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be sailors.
Don't let 'em splice lines or climb up aloft.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be sailors.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Sailors like smelling of good rum and clear windy mornings,
Easy dog watches and chanteys 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 sailors.
Don't let 'em splice lines or climb up aloft.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be sailors.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
(the original)
Sailors ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a knot than diamonds or gold.
Tattoos of vessels and old splattered Carhardts,
And each watch begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just sail away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be sailors.
Don't let 'em splice lines or climb up aloft.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be sailors.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Sailors like smelling of good rum and clear windy mornings,
Easy dog watches and chanteys 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 sailors.
Don't let 'em splice lines or climb up aloft.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be sailors.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.