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