Chords for Don't Take Your Guns to Town

_ _ _ _ _ A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew [Bb] restless on the farm,
A boy filled with wonderlust [F] who really meant no harm.
[Eb] He changed his clothes and shined his boots and combed his dark hair down,
[Bb] And his mother cried as he walked out, _
[Eb] Don't take your guns to town, son, leave your [Bb] guns at home, Bill,
[Eb] Don't take your [Bb] guns to town.
He _ _ _ _ laughed and kissed his mom and said, You're Billy Joe's the man,
I can shoot as quick and [F] straight as anybody can,
But I [Eb] wouldn't shoot without a cause, I'd gun nobody down.
[Bb] But she cried again as he rolled away,
_ [Eb] Don't take your [Bbm] guns to town, son, [Eb] leave your guns [Bb] at home, Bill,
[Eb] Don't take your [Bb] guns to town. _
_ _ _ _ He sang a song of his own, he rode [F] his gun hung [Bb] at his hips,
He rode into [F] a cattle town, a smile upon [Bb] his lips,
He [Eb] stopped and walked into a bar and laid his money down,
But [Bb] his mother's words echoed again,
_ Don't take your guns to town, son, leave your [Bb] guns at home, Bill,
[Eb] Don't take your [Bb] guns to town.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] He drank his first strong liquor then [F] to calm his [Bb] shaking hand,
And tried to tell [F] himself at last he had [Bb] become a man.
[Eb] A dusty cowpoke at his sight [Bb] began to laugh him down,
And he heard again his mother's words,
_ Don't [Eb] take your guns to town, [Eb] son, leave your [Bb] guns at home, Bill,
[Eb] Don't take your [Bb] guns to town.
_ _ _ [F] _ _
_ Bill was raged and Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw,
But a stranger drew his gun and fired it before he even saw.
As Billy Joe fell to the floor the crowd all gathered [Bb] round,
And wondered at his final words,
_ [Eb] Don't take your [Bb] guns to town, [Eb] son, leave your guns [Bb] at home, Bill,
_ [Eb] Don't take your guns to town.
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