Jelly Roll (US, Nashville, TN) - Cowboys

^AmMama's don't let your babies ^Cgrow up to be cowboys (^Gcowboys) ^F Don't ^Amlet them pick guitars and ^Cdrive old trucks Let 'em ^Gbe doctors and lawyers and ^Fsuch ^AmMama's don't let your babies ^Cgrow up to be cowboys (^Gcowboys) ^F Cause they'll ^Amnever be at home and they're ^Calways feel alone Even ^Gif they're with somebody they ^Flove

^AmMama raised a dreamer, ^Csouthside leanin' Anti^Goch's codeine fiend, ^Frose like the phoenix Whip^Ampin' way in then winds up, ^CI ended up in hand cuffs Was ^Gno comedian when the judge ^Ftold me to stand up ^AmMan in the mirror clearly ^Cdifferent appearance Experi^Gence is make it where I feel ^Fsentencin' hearin's But ^AmI just stay faithful, real ^Ccowboys never make it A ^Gshame, we see what the game ^Fdid to Troy Aikman But ^AmI just kept prayin', 'cause that's ^Cwhat the good book said ^GI followed in the footsteps ^Fof a man that booked beds ^AmMy daughter and my son I pray ^Cthey can be all they can be As long ^Gas they chose not to be A

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cowboy like me

^AmMama's don't let your babies ^Cgrow up to be cowboys (^Gcowboys) ^F Don't ^Amlet them pick guitars and ^Cdrive old trucks Let 'em ^Gbe doctors and lawyers and ^Fsuch ^AmMama's don't let you babies ^Cgrow up to be cowboys (^Gcowboys) ^F Cause they'll ^Amnever be at home and they're ^Calways feel alone Even ^Gif they're with somebody they ^Flove

Ha, ^AmMama raised a rambler, all ^Con the line gambler ^GSlick country grammar, ^Fcocked back hammer 100 ^Ampounds in the camper, ^Cfew years in the slammer ^GAir my dirty laundry share ^Fmy life panorama ^AmLife of a cowboy back^Cdrop bandana ^GPanda, panda, I picked the ^Fload up from Atlanta ^AmLandin' from Havana from ^Cthe hands of Jorge Fore^Gplay for court dates what ^Fmore can they say, uh ^AmI'm the real story, ^Cthe one they try and tell ^GQuarter in the wishin' well, ^Ffishin' for the fish scale ^AmResidue on this scale, ^Cvictory in this tale ^GI throw my boat off in the ^Fwater watch the shit sail ^AmGet mail spend it all ^Crunnin' from the law Feel ^Galong with my locals 'cause my ^Fback against the wall Times ^Amup blue lights and a ^Cloud noise Tellin' my baby ^Gmama don't let the babies

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Grow up to be cowboys

^AmMama's don't let your babies ^Cgrow up to be cowboys (^Gcowboys) ^F Don't ^Amlet them pick guitars and ^Cdrive old trucks Let 'em ^Gbe doctors and lawyers and ^Fsuch ^AmMama's don't let you babies ^Cgrow up to be cowboys (^Gcowboys) ^F Cause they'll ^Amnever be at home and they're ^Calways feel alone Even ^Gif they're with somebody they ^Flove