Mammas Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

D D G Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold A7 D They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold D G Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's and each night begins a new day A7 If you don't understand him and he don't die young D He'll probably just ride away D G Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys A7 Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks D Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such D G Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys A7 They'll never stay home and they're always alone D Even with someone they love (A tone higher) E A Cowboys like smokey ol' pool rooms and clear mountain mornings B7 E Little warm puppies, and children, and girls of the night E A Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do sometimes won't know how to take him B7 He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him E Do the things to make you think he's right E A Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys B7 Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks E Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such E A Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys B7 They'll never stay home and they're always alone E Even with someone they love