Mamas Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys Chris LeDoux

Mamas Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

Chris LeDoux

GrooveGenie

173
0:00 3:58
Afinación Estándar (E A D G B E)
Compás 6/8
Tonalidad: D
Cejilla:
Sin cejilla
Rasgueo 1

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Letra

[Intro]
| D G/D | Am/D D/F# | D G/D | Am/D D/F# |

[Chorus]
D
Mamas,
                                       G
don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
      A
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
                                    D
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas,
                                       G
don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
               A
'Cause they'll never stay home,
and they're always alone
                       D
Even with someone they love

[Verse 1]
  D
A cowboy ain't easy to love,
                       G
and he's harder to hold
         A                                             D
It means more to him to give you a song than silver or gold
Big trophy buckles and soft faded Levi's
    G
And each night begins a new day
       A
If you can't understand him,
and he don't die young
                          D
He'll probably just ride away

[Chorus]
D
Mamas,
                                       G
don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
      A
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
                                    D
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas,
                                       G
don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
               A
'Cause they'll never stay home,
and they're always alone
                       D   G/D
Even with someone they love

[Verse 2]
Am/D
D/F#  D
    A cowboy loves smoky ol' poolrooms and clear mountain
   G
mornings
A                                                      D
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
Them that don't know him won't like him
And them that do,
G
sometimes won't know how to take him
         A
He's not wrong, he's just different,
and his pride won't let him do
                              D
Things to make you think he's right

[Chorus]
D
Mamas,
                                       G
don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
      A
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
                                    D
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas,
                                       G
don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
               A
'Cause they'll never stay home,
and they're always alone
                       D
Even with someone they love
Bb/D Eb
     Mamas,
                                       Ab
don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
      Bb
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
                                    Eb
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

[Fade Out]
Mamas,
                 Eb                    Ab
don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
               Bb
'Cause they'll never stay home,
and they're

Compases

[Intro]
| D G/D | Am/D D/F# | D G/D | Am/D D/F# |

[Chorus]
| D - | - - | G - | - - |
| A - | - - | - - | - D |
| - - | - - | - G | - - |
| - A | - - | - - | - D |
| - - | -

Mamas,
don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make '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

[Verse 1]
          D | - - | - G |
| - - | - A | - - | - D |
| - - | - - | - - | - G |
| - - | - A | - - | - - |
| - D | - - | -

A cowboy ain't easy to love,
and he's harder to hold
It means more to him to give you a song than silver or gold
Big trophy buckles and soft faded Levi's
And each night begins a new day
If you can't understand him,
and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away

[Chorus]
                D   | - - |
| - G | - - | - A   | - - |
| - - | - - | D -   | - - |
| - - | G - | - -   | A - |
| - - | - - | D G/D |

Mamas,
don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make '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

[Verse 2]
                  | Am/D D/F# |
| D - | - - | G - | -    -    |
| A - | - - | D - | -    -    |
| - - | - - | G - | -    -    |
| A - | - - | - - | D    -    |
| - - |

A cowboy loves smoky ol' poolrooms 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

[Chorus]
       | D -    | -  -  | G - |
| - -  | A -    | -  -  | - - |
| - D  | - -    | -  -  | - G |
| - -  | - A    | -  -  | - - |
| - D  | - Bb/D | -  Eb | - - |
| - Ab | - -    | -  Bb | - - |
| - -  | - -    | Eb -  | - - |

Mamas,
don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make '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
Mamas,
don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

[Fade Out]
| Eb | Ab | - | Bb |

Mamas,
don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
'Cause they'll never stay home,
and they're

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