Mammas Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys (Acordes)

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