Chords for Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys (Official Audio)
Tempo:
81.45 bpm
Chords used:
G
F
C
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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A cowboy ain't easy to love, and [F] he's harder to hold,
[G] And he'd rather give you a song than [C] silver or gold.
But wiser buckles and [G] soft-faithed [F] wranglers,
And each night begins a new day.
[G] If you can't understand him, and he don't die young,
He'll probably just [C] ride away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow [F] up to be cowboys.
[G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks.
[D] Make them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [F] to be cowboys.
[G] They'll never stay home, and they're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
[F] [G] They'll never stay home, and they're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
[G] And he'd rather give you a song than [C] silver or gold.
But wiser buckles and [G] soft-faithed [F] wranglers,
And each night begins a new day.
[G] If you can't understand him, and he don't die young,
He'll probably just [C] ride away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow [F] up to be cowboys.
[G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks.
[D] Make them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [F] to be cowboys.
[G] They'll never stay home, and they're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
[F] [G] They'll never stay home, and they're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
Key:
G
F
C
D
G
F
C
D
_ A _ _ _ cowboy ain't easy to love, and [F] he's harder to hold, _ _
_ [G] And he'd rather give you a song than [C] silver or gold.
_ _ _ _ But wiser buckles and [G] soft-faithed [F] wranglers,
And each night begins a new day.
[G] If you can't understand him, and he don't die young,
He'll probably just [C] ride away. _ _ _
_ Mamas, don't let your babies grow [F] up to be cowboys.
_ _ _ [G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks.
[D] Make them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such.
_ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [F] to be cowboys.
_ _ _ [G] They'll never stay home, and they're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
_ _ [F] _ [G] They'll never stay home, and they're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] And he'd rather give you a song than [C] silver or gold.
_ _ _ _ But wiser buckles and [G] soft-faithed [F] wranglers,
And each night begins a new day.
[G] If you can't understand him, and he don't die young,
He'll probably just [C] ride away. _ _ _
_ Mamas, don't let your babies grow [F] up to be cowboys.
_ _ _ [G] Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks.
[D] Make them be doctors and lawyers [C] and such.
_ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [F] to be cowboys.
_ _ _ [G] They'll never stay home, and they're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love.
_ _ [F] _ [G] They'll never stay home, and they're always alone.
Even with someone [C] they love. _ _ _ _ _ _