Austin Bound

In honor of taking a road trip to Austin, I would like to leave you with a bit of Willie!

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Triathletes
Don't let em wear spandex and drive old bikes
Make'em be golfers and tennis players and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Triathletes
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love

Triathletes ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a race entry then diamonds or gold
Spandex tri outfit and old faded shoes each morning begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just cycle away

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Triathletes
Don't let em wear spandex and drive old bikes
Make'em be golfers and tennis players and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Triathletes
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love

Triathletes like crowded open water swims and clear trails moringin's
Little warm Chamois Butters and GUs and alcohol 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

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Triathletes
Don't let em wear spandex and drive old bikes
Make'em be golfers and tennis players and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Triathletes
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Triathletes
Don't let em wear spandex and drive old bikes
Make'em be golfers and tennis players and such