[Intro]
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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,
[Estribillo]
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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."
[Estrofa]
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He laughed and kissed his mom and said, "your Billy Joe's a man. 
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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,
[Estribillo]
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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 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:
[Estribillo]
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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."
[Estrofa]
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He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand, 
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and tried to tell himself at last he had become a man. 
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A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down. 
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And he heard again his mother's words:
[Estribillo]
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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."
[Estrofa]
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Filled with rage the 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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Leave your guns at home, Bill. 
      D                 A 
Don't take your guns to town."