Chords for Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys

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Cowboys ain't easy to love, and hard [Eb] to hold. _ _ _
[F] They'd rather give you a song than [Bb] diamonds or gold. _ _ _
Lone star-belt buckles and old faded Levi's, and each night begins a new [Eb] day. _ _
_ _ [F] If you don't understand him, he don't die [C] young, or probably just right [Bb] away.
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Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be [Eb] cowboys.
_ _ _ [F] Don't 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 [Eb] to be cowboys.
Cause _ [F] they'll never stay home, and they're always alone, even with someone [Bb] they love. _
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_ _ _ Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain [Eb] mornings. _
_ _ _ [F] Oh, and puppies and children and girls of [Bb] the night. _
_ _ And that dumb no-hand won't like him, and then that dude sometimes don't know how to [Eb] take you.
_ _ [Bb] _ [F] He ain't wrong, he's just different, but his pride won't let him.
And things will make you [Bb] think he's right. _ _
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [Eb] be cowboys. _ _
_ [F] Don't 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 [Eb] be cowboys. _
_ _ [F] Cause they'll never stay [C] home, and they're always [C] alone, even with someone [Bb] they love. _ _ _
[F] They'll never stay home, and they're always alone, even with someone [Bb] they love. _ _
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