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

 D
Cowboys ain't easy to love
                       G
And they're harder to hold
  A
They'd rather give you a song
                  D
Than diamonds or gold
 D
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis
    G
And each night begins a new day
        A
If you don't understand him

And he don't die young
                        D
He'll prob'ly just ride away

 D
Mamas, don't let your babies
               G
Grow up to be cowboys
       A
Don't let 'em pick guitars

Or drive them old trucks
                                    D
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
 D
Mamas don't let your babies
               G
Grow up to be cowboys
              A
'Cos they'll never stay home

And they're always alone
                        D
Even with someone they love

 E
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms
                    A
And clear mountain mornings
 B7
Little warm puppies and children
                  E
And girls of the night
 E
Them that don't know him

Won't like him and them that do
 A
Sometimes won't know how to take him
           B7
He ain't wrong, he's just different

But his pride won't let him
                                  E
Do things to make you think he's right

 E
Mamas, don't let your babies
  E7           A
Grow up to be cowboys
       B7
Don't let 'em pick guitars

Or drive them old trucks
                                    E
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
 E
Mamas don't let your babies
  E7           A
Grow up to be cowboys
              B7
'Cos they'll never stay home

And they're always alone
                        E
Even with someone they love