Folk Mammas Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
Song :
E
Intro :
C
C F
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
G C
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
C F
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's
and each night begins a new day
G
If you don't understand him and he don't die young
C
He'll probably just ride away
Chorus :
C F
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
G
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
C
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
C F
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
G
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
C
Even with someone they love
a tone higher
D
Cowboys like smokey ol' pool rooms and clear
G
mountain mornings
A D
Little warm puppies, and children, and girls of the night
D
Them that don't know him won't like him and them
G
that do sometimes won't know how to take him
A
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride
won't let him
D
Do the things to make you think he's right
Chorus :
D G
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
A
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
D
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
D G
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
A
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
D
Even with someone they love
