Don't Take Your Guns To Town - Faron Young

A young cowboy named Billy Joe

Grew restless on the farm

A boy filled with wanderlust

Who really meant no harm

He changed his clothes and shined his boots

And combed his dark hair down

And his mother cried as he walked out;

Don't take your guns to town, son

Leave your guns at home, Bill

Don't take your guns to 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;

Don't take your guns to town, son

Leave your guns at home, Bill

Don't take your guns to town.

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;

Don't take your guns to town, son

Leave your guns at home, Bill

Don't take your guns to town.

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;

Don't take your guns to town, son

Leave your guns at home, Bill

Don't take your guns to town.