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

	  		    


INTRO: C  C  C  C    
     
   
VERSE 1:  
                D                                               G   
(waylon) Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.    
       A7                                      D   
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.    
         D                                             G   
(willie) Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis each night begins a new day.    
A7                                                                              D  
If you don't under stand him and he don't die young, he'll probably just ride away.   
    
              D                                         G   
(both) Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.    
      A7                                                                                 D   
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them ol' trucks; let em' be doctors and lawyers and such.    
D                                         G   
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.    
      A7                                                                                D   
They're never at home and they're always alone, even with someone they love. 
   

VERSE 2:   
                 E                                                     A    

(Willie) Cowboys like smoky ol' pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,    
         B7                                                 E                                  
(Waylon) little warm puppies and children and girls of the night .   
              E                                                       A    
(both) Them that don't know him don't like him and them that do sometimes don't know how to take him.    
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He ain't wrong, he's just different and his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right.    

              D                                         G   
(both) Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.    
      A7                                                                                 D   
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them ol' trucks; let em' be doctors and lawyers and such.    
D                                         G   
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.    
      A7                                                                                D   
They're never at home and they're always alone, even with someone they love.