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

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