Mammas Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

Ed Bruce

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Tom:
C C [Chorus]
C F Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
G Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
G C Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
C F Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
G They'll never stay home and they're always alone
G C Even with someone they love [Verse 1]
C F A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold
G C He'd rather give you a song than silver or gold
C Budwiser buckles and soft faded Wrangler's
F And each night begins a new day
G If you can't understand him and he don't die young
G C He'll probably just ride away [Chorus]
C F Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
G Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
G C Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
C F Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
G They'll never stay home and they're always alone
G C Even with someone they love [verse 2]
C F A cowboy like smoky 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
F G He ain't wrong, he's just different and his pride won't let him
G C Do things to make you think he's right [Chorus]
C F Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
G Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
G C Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
C F Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
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