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

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Introducción:  C   C   C   C  

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Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
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They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
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Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis,
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And each night begins a new day.
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If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
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He'll prob'ly just ride away.
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Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
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Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
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Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
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Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
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'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
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Even with someone they love.
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Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
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Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
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Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
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Sometimes won't know how to take him.
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He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,
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Do things to make you think he's right.
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Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
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Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
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Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
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Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
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'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
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Even with someone they love.