Jelly Roll – Cowboys (Guitar)

Am                           C                      G              F
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)

      Am                        C
Don't let them pick guitars and drive old trucks

        G                          F
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Am                           C                      G              F
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)

              Am                           C
Cause they'll never be at home and they're always feel alone

     G                             F
Even if they're with somebody they love

Am                     C
Mama raised a dreamer, southside leanin'

    G                    F
Antioch's codeine fiend, rose like the phoenix

    Am                         C
Whippin' way in then winds up, I ended up in hand cuffs

    G                          F
Was no comedian when the judge told me to stand up

Am                        C
Man in the mirror clearly different appearance

      G                            F
Experience is make it where I feel sentencin' hearin's

    Am                         C
But I just stay faithful, real cowboys never make it

  G                           F
A shame, we see what the game did to Troy Aikman

    Am                                 C
But I just kept prayin', 'cause that's what the good book said

G                           F
I followed in the footsteps of a man that booked beds

Am                            C
My daughter and my son I pray they can be all they can be

        G
As long as they chose not to be

Am                           C                      G         F
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)

      Am                        C
Don't let them pick guitars and drive old trucks

        G                          F
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Am                          C                      G          F
Mama's don't let you babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)

              Am                           C
Cause they'll never be at home and they're always feel alone

     G                             F
Even if they're with somebody they love

    Am                         C
Ha, Mama raised a rambler, all on the line gambler

G                      F
Slick country grammar, cocked back hammer

    Am                    C
100 pounds in the camper, few years in the slammer

G                          F
Air my dirty laundry share my life panorama

Am                   C
Life of a cowboy backdrop bandana

G                          F
Panda, panda, I picked the load up from Atlanta

Am                       C
Landin' from Havana from the hands of Jorge

    G                         F
Foreplay for court dates what more can they say, uh

Am                  C
I'm the real story, the one they try and tell

G                            F
Quarter in the wishin' well, fishin' for the fish scale

Am                     C
Residue on this scale, victory in this tale

G                          F
I throw my boat off in the water watch the shit sail

Am                    C
Get mail spend it all runnin' from the law

     G                              F
Feel along with my locals 'cause my back against the wall

      Am                   C
Times up blue lights and a loud noise

                G
Tellin' my baby mama don't let the babies

Am                           C                      G          F
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)

      Am                        C
Don't let them pick guitars and drive old trucks

        G                          F
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Am                          C                      G           F
Mama's don't let you babies grow up to be cowboys (cowboys)

              Am                           C
Cause they'll never be at home and they're always feel alone

     G                             F
Even if they're with somebody they love