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.
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_ _ [G] They'd rather give you salt _ than diamond.
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_ And Lone Star belt buckles and old faded _ [F] Levi's.
And each night _ begins a new day. _ _
[G] And if you don't understand him, he don't die young.
_ He'll probably just ride [C] away. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ So _ mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive little trucks.
_ Let them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ So _ _ mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys. _ _
_ _ _ _ Cause [G] they'll never stay home, and they're always alone.
_ Even [C] with someone they love. _ _ _ _ _
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Well, cowboys like smoky old pool rooms.
Clear [F] mountain morning.
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Little warm puppies.
Children and girls.
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_ _ _ _ _ And them that don't know him, won't like him.
And them that do [F] sometimes, won't know how to take him.
_ _ [G] He ain't wrong, he's just different.
His pride won't let him do things to [C] make you think he's right. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ So _ mamas, don't let your babies grow up [F] to be _ cowboys. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Don't [G] let them pick guitars and drive little trucks.
Let them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Mamas, _ don't let your babies grow up to [F] be cowboys.
_ Cause _ _ _ _ [G] they'll never stay home, and they're always alone.
_ Even with someone [C] they love. _ _
_ _ _ _ Cause [G] they'll never stay home, and they're always _ _ alone.
Even with [C] someone they love. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Mamas, _ don't let your babies grow up [F] to be _ cowboys.
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