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| + | * Bb Eb F Bb ... key change ... C F G C | ||
| + | <pre> | ||
| + | Bb(f) Bb(d) | ||
| + | Cowboys ain't easy to love | ||
| + | Bb (ab) Eb(eb) | ||
| + | And they're harder to hold | ||
| + | F(eb) (a) | ||
| + | They'd rather give you a song | ||
| + | Bb (a-g) Bb(f) | ||
| + | Than diamonds or gold | ||
| + | |||
| + | Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis | ||
| + | And each night begins a new day | ||
| + | If you don't understand him and he don't die young | ||
| + | He'll probably just ride away | ||
| + | |||
| + | refrain: | ||
| + | Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys | ||
| + | Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks | ||
| + | Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such | ||
| + | Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys | ||
| + | 'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone | ||
| + | Even with someone they love | ||
| + | |||
| + | C(g) C(e) | ||
| + | Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms | ||
| + | C (f) F(c) | ||
| + | And clear mountain mornings | ||
| + | G(f) (b) | ||
| + | Little warm puppies and children | ||
| + | G (b-a) C(g) | ||
| + | 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 ain't wrong, he's just different | ||
| + | But his pride won't let him | ||
| + | Do things to make you think he's right | ||
| + | |||
| + | refrain: | ||
| + | </pre> | ||
| − | |||
* A D E A | * A D E A | ||
<pre> | <pre> | ||
Latest revision as of 20:22, 1 May 2024
- example:
- Bb Eb F Bb ... key change ... C F G C
Bb(f) Bb(d)
Cowboys ain't easy to love
Bb (ab) Eb(eb)
And they're harder to hold
F(eb) (a)
They'd rather give you a song
Bb (a-g) Bb(f)
Than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
If you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
refrain:
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
C(g) C(e)
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms
C (f) F(c)
And clear mountain mornings
G(f) (b)
Little warm puppies and children
G (b-a) C(g)
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 ain't wrong, he's just different
But his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right
refrain:
- A D E A
A(e) A(c#)
Cowboys ain't easy to love
A (g) D(d)
And they're harder to hold
E(d) (ab)
They'd rather give you a song
A (ab-f#) A(e)
Than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
If you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
refrain:
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smoky 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 ain't wrong, he's just different
But his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right
refrain:
- G C D G
G(d) G(b)
Cowboys ain't easy to love
G (f) C(c)
And they're harder to hold
D(c) (f#)
They'd rather give you a song
G (f#-e) G(d)
Than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
If you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
refrain:
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smoky 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 ain't wrong, he's just different
But his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right
refrain:
- C F G C
C(g) C(e)
Cowboys ain't easy to love
C (f) F(c)
And they're harder to hold
G(f) (b)
They'd rather give you a song
G (b-a) C(g)
Than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
If you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
refrain:
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys like smoky 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 ain't wrong, he's just different
But his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right
refrain:
