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Mammas Don´t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

Höfundur lags: Ed Bruce og Patsy Bruce Höfundur texta: Ed Bruce og Patsy Bruce Flytjandi: Willie Nelson Sent inn af: Anonymous
[C]Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be [F]cowboys
Don't [G7]let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and [C]such
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be [F]cowboys
They'll [G7]never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they [C]love

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to [F]hold
And [G7]they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or [C]gold

Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each [F]night begins a new day
And if [G7]you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride [C]away

[C]Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be [F]cowboys
Don't [G7]let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and [C]such
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be [F]cowboys
They'll [G7]never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they [C]love

[F]A cowboy loves smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
[G7]Little warm puppies and children and girls of the [C]night

Them that don't know him won't like him
And them that do [F]sometimes won't know how to take him
He's not [G7]wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's [C]right

[C]Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be [F]cowboys
Don't [G7]let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and [C]such
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be [F]cowboys
They'll [G7]never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they [C]love

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

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold

Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away

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

A cowboy loves smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
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 not wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right

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

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