Willie Nelson — Tom C
Confira a cifra completa de Mammas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys no UkeMaster Pro.
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.