Mamas Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

[D]      Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder [G]to hold
        [A]They'd rather give you a song than diamo[D]nds or gold
        Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's and each n[G]ight begins a new day
        If [A]you don't understand him and he don't die young
        He'll probably just ride a[D]way

        [D]Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be [G]cowboys
        Don't l[A]et them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
        Make them be doctors and lawyers and s[D]uch
        Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be c[G]owboys
        They'll n[A]ever stay home and they're always alone
        Even with someone they l[D]ove

(A tone higher)
    [E]    Cowboys like smokey ol' pool rooms and clear mountain[A] mornings
        L[B]ittle warm puppies and children and girls of the n[E]ight

        Them that don't know him won't like him
        And them that do s[A]ometimes won't know how to take him
        He a[B]in't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him
        Do the things that make you think he's r[E]ight

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        [E]Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be [A]cowboys
        Don't[B] let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
        Make them be doctors and lawyers an[E]d such
        Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be c[A]owboys
        They'l[B]l never stay home and they're always alone
        Even with someone the[E]y love