Don't Take Your Guns To Town

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A young cowboy named Billy Joe
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Grew restless on the farm
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A boy filled with wonder lust
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Who really meant no harm
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He changed his clothes and shined his boots
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And combed 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 town

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

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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 town

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

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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 town

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He drank his first strong liqueur then
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To calm his shaking hands
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And tried to tell himself at last
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He had become a man
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A dusty cowpoke at his side
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Began to laugh him down
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And he heard again his mother's words

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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 town

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Filled with rage then Billy Joe
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Reached for his gun to draw
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But the stranger drew his gun and fired
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Before he even saw
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As Billy Joe fell to the floor
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The crowd all gathered round
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And wondered at his final words

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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 town