Intro: C C C C

Parte 1:

 C                                                      F
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
  G                                            C
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
 C
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis,
          F
And each night begins a new day.
 G
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
                         C
He'll prob'ly just ride away.


Refrão:

       C                                         F
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
       G
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
                                   C
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
 C                                           F
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
       G
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
                        C
Even with someone they love.


Parte 2:
        C                                                  F
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
  G                                               C
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
      C
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
    F
Sometimes won't know how to take him.
G
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,
                                C
Do things to make you think he's right.


Refrão:

       C                                         F
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
       G
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
                                   C
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
 C                                           F
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
       G
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
                        C
Even with someone they love.