Chords for Waylon Jennings - Mammas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys (Official Lyric Video) ☀️
Tempo:
58.05 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
B
G
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder [G] to hold.
[A] They'd rather give you a song than [D] diamonds or gold.
Long star belt buckles and old faded Levi's,
[G] And each night begins a new day.
If you [A] don't understand him, and [A] he don't die young,
He'll probably just [D] ride away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [G] be cowboys.
[A] Don't let them pick guitars or drive their motors.
Let them be doctors and [D] lawyers and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [G] be cowboys.
[A] They never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with [D] someone they love.
[E] Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms [A] and clear mountain mornings.
[E] [B] Little warm puppies and children and girls [E] 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 it.
[B] He ain't wrong, he's just different,
But his pride won't let him do things to make [E] you think he's right.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [A] be cowboys.
[B] Don't let them pick guitars or drive their motors.
Let them be doctors and lawyers [E] and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow [A] up to be cowboys.
[B] They never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with [E] someone they love.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
[A] [B]
[A] They'd rather give you a song than [D] diamonds or gold.
Long star belt buckles and old faded Levi's,
[G] And each night begins a new day.
If you [A] don't understand him, and [A] he don't die young,
He'll probably just [D] ride away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [G] be cowboys.
[A] Don't let them pick guitars or drive their motors.
Let them be doctors and [D] lawyers and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [G] be cowboys.
[A] They never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with [D] someone they love.
[E] Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms [A] and clear mountain mornings.
[E] [B] Little warm puppies and children and girls [E] 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 it.
[B] He ain't wrong, he's just different,
But his pride won't let him do things to make [E] you think he's right.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [A] be cowboys.
[B] Don't let them pick guitars or drive their motors.
Let them be doctors and lawyers [E] and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow [A] up to be cowboys.
[B] They never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with [E] someone they love.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
[A] [B]
Key:
A
E
B
G
D
A
E
B
_ _ _ _ _ Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder [G] to hold.
_ _ [A] They'd rather give you a song than [D] diamonds or gold.
_ Long star belt buckles and old faded Levi's,
[G] And each night begins a new day.
If you [A] don't understand him, and [A] he don't die young,
He'll probably just [D] ride away.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [G] be cowboys.
_ [A] Don't let them pick guitars or drive their motors.
Let them be doctors and [D] lawyers and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [G] be cowboys.
_ [A] They never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with [D] someone they love.
_ [E] Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms [A] and clear mountain mornings.
_ [E] [B] Little warm puppies and children and girls [E] 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 it.
[B] He ain't wrong, he's just different,
But his pride won't let him do things to make [E] you think he's right.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [A] be cowboys.
_ [B] Don't let them pick guitars or drive their motors.
Let them be doctors and lawyers [E] and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow [A] up to be cowboys.
_ [B] They never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with [E] someone they love.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
[A] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] They'd rather give you a song than [D] diamonds or gold.
_ Long star belt buckles and old faded Levi's,
[G] And each night begins a new day.
If you [A] don't understand him, and [A] he don't die young,
He'll probably just [D] ride away.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [G] be cowboys.
_ [A] Don't let them pick guitars or drive their motors.
Let them be doctors and [D] lawyers and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [G] be cowboys.
_ [A] They never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with [D] someone they love.
_ [E] Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms [A] and clear mountain mornings.
_ [E] [B] Little warm puppies and children and girls [E] 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 it.
[B] He ain't wrong, he's just different,
But his pride won't let him do things to make [E] you think he's right.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to [A] be cowboys.
_ [B] Don't let them pick guitars or drive their motors.
Let them be doctors and lawyers [E] and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow [A] up to be cowboys.
_ [B] They never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with [E] someone they love.
_ _ Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
[A] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _