Don't Take Your Guns To Town

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A young cowboy named Billy Joe
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Grew restless on a farm.
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A boy filled with wonder lust
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To really met no harm.
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He changed his clothes and shined 
his boots
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And calmed his dark hair down.

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       And his mother cried as he 
walked out
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       Don't take your guns to town,
 son.
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       Leave your guns at home, 
Bill,
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       Don't take your guns to 
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town...

He left and kissed his mom and said:
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"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...