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A boy filled with wanderlust, he drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
grew restless on the farm
Don t take your guns to town, leave your guns at home
but the stranger drew his gun and fired before he even saw
who really meant no harm
a boy filled with wanderlust
His guns hung at his hips, he drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand, don t take your guns to town
A smile upon his lips, don t take your guns to town, don t take your guns to town
don t take your guns to town
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., don t take your guns to town.
leave your guns at home
And combed his dark hair down, his guns hung at his hips, a smile upon his lips
And he heard again his mother s words, he changed his clothes and shined his boots
He stopped and walked into a bar and laid his money down, and wondered at his final words
But the stranger drew his gun and fired before he even saw, and tried to tell himself at last he had become a man Take, he changed his clothes and shined his boots
and combed his dark hair down
A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down, and his mother cried as he walked out, and tried to tell himself at last he had become a man
he drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
Grew restless on the farm, and combed his dark hair down, don t take your guns to town
And he heard again his mother s words, he stopped and walked into a bar and laid his money down, don t take your guns to town.
Don t take your guns to town, a young cowboy named billy joe, don t take your guns to town
And wondered at his final words, leave your guns at home, a dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
don t take your guns to town.
As billy joe fell to the floor the crowd all gathered round, he sang a song as on he rode, and wondered at his final words
he sang a song as on he rode
don t take your guns to town
Don t take your guns to town., don t take your guns to town. Cash, who really meant no harm
He stopped and walked into a bar and laid his money down, don t take your guns to town, a young cowboy named billy joe
he changed his clothes and shined his boots
Don t take your guns to town, leave your guns at home
he stopped and walked into a bar and laid his money down
he rode into a cattle town
Don t take your guns to town., who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots, don t take your guns to town
who really meant no harm
Grew restless on the farm, don t take your guns to town
don t take your guns to town.
Don t take your guns to town, a boy filled with wanderlust
leave your guns at home
He sang a song as on he rode, leave your guns at home
don t take your guns to town
Don t take your guns to town, he rode into a cattle town
And tried to tell himself at last he had become a man, a young cowboy named billy joe
He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand, don t take your guns to town
who really meant no harm
Don t take your guns to town, and wondered at his final words
don t take your guns to town.
Leave your guns at home, don t take your guns to town
And combed his dark hair down, but his mother s words echoed again, don t take your guns to town
And he heard again his mother s words, but the stranger drew his gun and fired before he even saw, a dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
a smile upon his lips
And tried to tell himself at last he had become a man, a dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down, don t take your guns to town.
And his mother cried as he walked out, leave your guns at home, he rode into a cattle town