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C young cow-{G7} boy named C Billy Joe grew G7 restless on the C farm A boy G7 filled with C wanderlust who G7 really meant no C harm He F changed his C7 clothes and F shined his boots And combed his dark hair down And his C mother G7 cried as C he walked out; Refrain: Don't F Take Your Guns To C Town, son F Leave your guns at C home, Bill Don't F Take Your Guns To C Town. He sang a 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; Refrain: He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand And tried to tell himself at last he had become a man A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down And he heard again his mother's words; Refrain: Bill was raged and 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; Refrain:
Written by Johnny Cash
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