Chords for Waylon Jennings - "Mama Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys" [Live from Austin, TX]
Tempo:
58.75 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
B
D
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Start Jamming...
[D]
Here's one man Willie did.
Cowboys ain't easy to love in their heart of [G] the hole.
[A] They'd rather give you a song than [D] diamonds or gold.
This is Willie's part.
It's all in my finger.
Rare Rabbit's Hatting Place.
Long-star-bound buckles and old-fainted [G] Levi's
And each night begins a new day.
[A] If you don't understand him and he don't like ya
He'll probably just jog [D] away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [G] to be cowboys.
[A] Don't let them pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let them be doctors and [D] lawyers and sons.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [G] be cowboys.
[A] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with [D] someone they love.
[E] Cowboys like smoky old pooroons [A] and clear-mouthed mawnin'.
[B] Little warm puppies and children and [E] girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him
And [A] them that do sometimes won't know how to take him.
[B] He ain't wrong, he's just deadly.
But his pride won't let him do things to [E] make you think he's right.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [A] to be cowboys.
[B] Don't let them pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let them be doctors and [E] lawyers and sons.
Mamas, don't let your cowboys grow up to [A] be baby.
[B] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with [E] someone they love.
[A] [B] [Abm] [B]
[E]
Here's one man Willie did.
Cowboys ain't easy to love in their heart of [G] the hole.
[A] They'd rather give you a song than [D] diamonds or gold.
This is Willie's part.
It's all in my finger.
Rare Rabbit's Hatting Place.
Long-star-bound buckles and old-fainted [G] Levi's
And each night begins a new day.
[A] If you don't understand him and he don't like ya
He'll probably just jog [D] away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [G] to be cowboys.
[A] Don't let them pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let them be doctors and [D] lawyers and sons.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [G] be cowboys.
[A] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with [D] someone they love.
[E] Cowboys like smoky old pooroons [A] and clear-mouthed mawnin'.
[B] Little warm puppies and children and [E] girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him
And [A] them that do sometimes won't know how to take him.
[B] He ain't wrong, he's just deadly.
But his pride won't let him do things to [E] make you think he's right.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [A] to be cowboys.
[B] Don't let them pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let them be doctors and [E] lawyers and sons.
Mamas, don't let your cowboys grow up to [A] be baby.
[B] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with [E] someone they love.
[A] [B] [Abm] [B]
[E]
Key:
A
E
B
D
G
A
E
B
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Here's one man Willie did.
_ _ _ Cowboys ain't easy to love in their heart of [G] the hole.
_ _ [A] They'd rather give you a song than [D] diamonds or gold.
_ _ This is Willie's part. _ _
_ It's all in my finger.
Rare Rabbit's Hatting Place. _
_ _ _ Long-star-bound buckles and old-fainted [G] Levi's
And each night begins a new day.
[A] If you don't understand him and he don't like ya
He'll probably just jog [D] away.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [G] to be cowboys.
_ [A] Don't let them pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let them be doctors and [D] lawyers and sons.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [G] be cowboys.
_ [A] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with [D] someone they love.
_ [E] Cowboys like smoky old pooroons [A] and clear-mouthed mawnin'.
_ [B] Little warm puppies and children and [E] girls of the night.
_ _ Them that don't know him won't like him
And [A] them that do sometimes won't know how to take him.
[B] He ain't wrong, he's just deadly.
But his pride won't let him do things to [E] make you think he's right.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [A] to be cowboys.
_ [B] Don't let them pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let them be doctors and [E] lawyers and sons.
Mamas, don't let your cowboys grow up to [A] be baby.
_ [B] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with [E] someone they love. _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Abm] _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Here's one man Willie did.
_ _ _ Cowboys ain't easy to love in their heart of [G] the hole.
_ _ [A] They'd rather give you a song than [D] diamonds or gold.
_ _ This is Willie's part. _ _
_ It's all in my finger.
Rare Rabbit's Hatting Place. _
_ _ _ Long-star-bound buckles and old-fainted [G] Levi's
And each night begins a new day.
[A] If you don't understand him and he don't like ya
He'll probably just jog [D] away.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [G] to be cowboys.
_ [A] Don't let them pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let them be doctors and [D] lawyers and sons.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [G] be cowboys.
_ [A] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with [D] someone they love.
_ [E] Cowboys like smoky old pooroons [A] and clear-mouthed mawnin'.
_ [B] Little warm puppies and children and [E] girls of the night.
_ _ Them that don't know him won't like him
And [A] them that do sometimes won't know how to take him.
[B] He ain't wrong, he's just deadly.
But his pride won't let him do things to [E] make you think he's right.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up [A] to be cowboys.
_ [B] Don't let them pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let them be doctors and [E] lawyers and sons.
Mamas, don't let your cowboys grow up to [A] be baby.
_ [B] They'll never stay home.
They're always alone.
Even with [E] someone they love. _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Abm] _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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