Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

C                                 
Mammas don't let your babies grow 
         F
up to be cowboys
      G7
Don't let them pick guitars and 
drive in old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and 
C
such
Mammas don't let your babies grow up
       F
 to be cowboys
        G7
They'll never stay home and they're 
always alone
                       C
Even with someone they love

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Cowboys ain't easy to love and 
                  F
they're harder to hold
    G7                           
And they'd rather give you a song 
                  C
than diamonds or gold

Lone Star belt buckles and old faded
 Levis
         F
And each night begins a new day
       G7
And if you don't understand him and 
he don't die young
                         C
He'll probably just ride away

A cowboy loves smokey old pool rooms
                   F
 and clear mountain mornings
G7                                
Little warm puppies and children 
                C
and girls of the night

Them that don't know him won't like 
him
                 F
And them that do sometimes won't 
know how to take him
         G7
He's not wrong he's just different 
and his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's 
C
right