Chords for "Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys" - Lucinda Williams

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A cowboy's an easy love and [Eb] hard to hold. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] He'd rather give you a song than [Bb] diamonds or gold. _ _ _ _ _
Lone star-belt buckles and old fairy Levi's, and each night begins a [Eb] new day. _ _
_ _ _ [F] If you don't understand him, and he don't die young, he will probably just [Bb] ride away. _ _ _ _ _ _
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be [Eb] cowboys.
_ _ _ _ Don't [F] let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks.
Let them be doctors and [Bb] lawyers and such.
_ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be [Eb] cowboys. _ _ _ _ _
[F] Cause they'll never [C] stay home, and [F] they're always alone, even with [Cm] someone [Bb] they love. _
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_ _ _ _ _ Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear [Eb] mountain mornings. _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ Oh, and puppies and children and girls [Bb] of the night. _ _
_ _ _ _ And that dumb boy won't like him, and then that dude sometimes don't know how [Eb] to take him.
_ _ _ _ He [F] ain't wrong, he's just different, but his pride won't let him.
And things will make you think [Bb] he's right. _ _
_ _ _ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [Eb] be cowboys. _ _ _
_ _ Don't [F] let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks.
Let them be doctors and [Bb] lawyers and such.
_ _ Mamas, don't [Bbm] let your babies grow up to be [Eb] cowboys. _
_ _ _ Cause they'll never [Fm] stay [F] home, and they're always alone, even with someone [Bb] they love. _ _ _ _
[F] They'll never stay home, and they're always alone, even with someone they love. _
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