Willie Nelson - Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys 

Chorus:
D                                          G
Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
      A
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
                                    D
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
                                           G
Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
        A      
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
                       D
Even with someone they love.

D                                                G
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
    A                                               D
And they'd rather give you a song, than diamonds or gold                                           
Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis 
    G
And each night begins a new day
           A          
And if you don't understand him, and he don't die young
                         D
He'll probably just ride away.

Chorus:

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

Chorus2:
E                                          A
Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
      B
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
                                    E
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
                                           A
Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
        B      
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
                       E
Even with someone they love.

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