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

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  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.