Difference between revisions of "Mommas dont let"
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Even with someone they love | Even with someone they love | ||
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Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms | Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms | ||
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And clear mountain mornings | And clear mountain mornings | ||
+ | G(f) (b) | ||
Little warm puppies and children | Little warm puppies and children | ||
+ | G (b-a) C(g) | ||
And girls of the night | And girls of the night | ||
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Them that don't know him | Them that don't know him | ||
Won't like him and them that do | Won't like him and them that do |
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: