Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys 
By Ed Bruce
Written By Ed Bruce
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
2/11/2006


Chorus:
C                                          F
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
      G
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
G                                   C
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
C                                          F
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
        G      
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
G                      C
Even with someone they love.


  C                                            F
A cowboy ain't easy to love and he’s harder to hold
             G                                             C
And it means more to him to give you a song than silver or gold
C                                          F
Budweiser buckles and soft faded Levis and each night begins a new day
       G
If you can’t understand him, and he don't die young 
      G                   C
He'll probably just ride away


Chorus


A cowboy’s loves smoky old poolrooms and clear mountain mornin’s
Little warm puppies, and children and girls of the night
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He's ain’t wrong he's just different, and his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right

Chorus