Hợp âm Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

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[Intro 1]
[D]

[Verse 1]
Cowboys ain't [D]easy to love,
and they're harder to hold
[G]The[A]y'd rather give you a song
than diamonds [D]or gold
Lone star belt buckles and old faded Levis
And [G]each night begins a new day
And if you don't under[A]stand him,
an' he don't die young
He'll prob'ly just [D]ride away

[Verse 2]
[D]
Mamas, don't let your babies
grow up to be cow[G]boys
Don't [A]let 'em pick guitars
or drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and
lawyers and [D]such
Mamas, don't let your babies
grow up to be cow[G]boys
They'll [A]never stay home and
they're always alone
Even with someone they [D]love

[Verse 3]
[E]Cowboys like smokey old poolrooms
and clear mountain morn[A]ings
[B]Little warm puppies, and children,
and girls of the [E]night
And them that don't know him won't
like him and them that do
Sometimes [A]won't know how to take him
He [B]ain't wrong, he's just different,
but his pride won't let him
Do things to make you
think he's right
[E]

[Verse 4]
[E]Mamas, don't let your babies
grow up to be cow[A]boys
Don't [B]let 'em pick guitars
or drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and
lawyers and [E]such
Mamas, don't let your babies
grow up to be cow[A]boys
They'll [B]never stay home and
they're always alone
Even with someone they [E]love