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

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Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder [F] to hold. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] They'd rather give you salt than diamonds [C] or gold. _ _ _ _ _ _
Lone star belt buckles and old faded [F] Levi's.
And each night begins a new day.
If [G] you don't understand him and he don't die young,
He'll probably just ride [C] away. _ _ _
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be [F] cowboys.
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[G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks.
Let them be doctors, lawyers, [C] and such.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies [Am] grow up to [F] be [Em] cowboys.
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[F] _ [G] They'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
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[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
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_ _ [D] Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain [G] mornings. _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] Little warm puppy children and girls [D] of the night. _ _ _ _
_ Them that don't know him don't like him.
[F#] And them that [G] do sometimes don't know how to take him.
He [A] ain't wrong, he's just different.
His pride won't let him do things to [B] make you think [D] he's right.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [G] be [F#] cowboys.
_ [Em] _ _
[G] _ [A] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks.
Let them be doctors, lawyers, [D] and such.
_ _ _ Mamas, don't let [Bm] your babies [D] grow up to [G] be cowboys. _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ [A] They'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone [D] they love.
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[G] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _
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