Dont Take Your Guns To Town

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Young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm,
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A good boy filled with wanderlust, He really meant no harm.
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He changed his clothes and shined his boots and combed his dark hair down.
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And his mother cried as he walked away,

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Don't take your guns to town, son.
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Leave your guns at home, Bill.
      G                 D
Don't take your guns to town.

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He laughed and kissed his mom and said, your Billy Joe's a man.
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I can shoot as quick and straight as  anybody can
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I wouldn't shoot without a cause, I'd gun nobody down.
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But she cried again as he rode away,

      G                 D
Don't take your guns to town, son.
G                  D
Leave your guns at home, Bill.
      G                 D
Don't take your guns to town.

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He sang a song as on he rode, his guns hung at his hips.
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He rode into a cattle town, a smile upon his lips.
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He stopped and walked into a bar and laid his money down.
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But his mother's words echoed again:

      G                 D
Don't take your guns to town, son.
G                  D
Leave your guns at home, Bill.
      G                 D
Don't take your guns to town.

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He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand,
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and tried to tell himself at last he had become a man.
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A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down.
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And he heard again his mother's words:

      G                 D
Don't take your guns to town, son.
G                  D
Leave your guns at home, Bill.
      G                 D
Don't take your guns to town.

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And in his rage the Billy Joe reached for his gun to Draw
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but the stranger drew his gun and fired before he even saw.
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As Billy Joe fell to the floor the crowd all gathered 'round
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and wondered at his final words:

      G                 D
Don't take your guns to town, son.
G                  D
Leave your guns at home, Bill.
      G                 D
Don't take your guns to town.

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Hundred and twenty years have passed and nothin's really changed
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A young man on the city streets, he has to make his name
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He's still too young to know a gun can't make a boy a man
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And his mama cries as he walks out

      G                 D
Don't take your guns to town, son.
G                  D
Leave your guns at home, Bill.
      G                 D
Don't take your guns to town.

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