Tom: C
C F
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
G7
Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
C
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
F
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
G7
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
C
Even with someone they love
F
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
G7 C
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis
F
And each night begins a new day
G7
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
C
He'll probably just ride away
F
A cowboy loves smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
G7 C
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
Them that don't know him won't like him
F
And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
G7
He's not wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him
C
Do things to make you think he's right
