A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
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A boy filled with wanderlust who 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 out
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Don't take your guns to town son leave your guns at home Bill
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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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And I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can
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But I wouldn't shoot without a cause 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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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
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Don't take your guns to town son...
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He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
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And he tried to tell himself at last he'd become a man
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A dust cowpoke at his side 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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Bill was raged and 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
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Don't take your guns to town son...
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Don't Take Your Guns To Town
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| Faron Young |
