Don't Take Your Guns To Town

A young cowboy named Billy Joe Grew restless on a farm. A boy filled with wonder lust To really met no harm. He changed his clothes and shined his boots And calmed his dark hair down. And his mother cried as he walked out Don't take your guns to town, son. Leave your guns at home, Bill, Don't take your guns to town... He left and kissed his mom and said: "Your Billy Joe's a man. I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can. But I wouldn't shoot without a cause I'd gun nobody down." But she cried again as he rode away Don't take your guns to town, son. Leave your guns at home, Bill, Don't take your guns to town... He sang his song as on he rode, His guns hung at his hips. He rode into a cattle town, A smile upon his lips. He stopped and walked into a bar And laid his money down But his mother's words echoed again Don't take your guns to town, son. Leave your guns at home, Bill, Don't take your guns to town... He drink his first strong liqueur then To calm his shaking hands And tried to tell himself at last He had become a man. A dusty couple cards his side Began to laugh him down. And he heard again his mother's words Don't take your guns to town, son. Leave your guns at home, Bill, Don't take your guns to town... Bill with rage than Billy Joe Reached for his gun to draw But the stranger drew his gun and fired Before he even saw As Billy Joe fell to the floor The crowd all gathered round And wondered at his final words Don't take your guns to town, son. Leave your guns at home, Bill, Don't take your guns to town...