Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Sailors,
Don't let them handle lines and ride on big ships,
Make them be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Sailors
They'll never stay home and they're always alone,
Even with someone they love.
Sailors ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds and gold
Pressed white bell bottoms and old faded white hats,
And each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just sail away.
Sailors like smokey old pool rooms and clear ocean mornings
Little hungry sealgulls, and children, and especially 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.