Chords for Don't Take Your Guns to Town - Johnny Cash & Willie Nelson

_ _ A young cowboy named Billy [Fm] Joe grew restless on the [Bb] farm. _ _
A boy filled with wonderlust [Fm] who really meant [Bb] 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 [Bb] to town, son.
[Eb] _ Leave your guns [Bb] at home, Bill.
_ _ [Eb] Don't take your guns to [Bb] town.
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_ laughed and kissed his mom and said,
[F] You're Billy [Bb] Joe's man. _
I can shoot as quick and straight [F] as anybody [Bb] can.
[Eb] But I wouldn't shoot without a cause.
I'd gun nobody down.
_ [Bb] But she cried again as he rode away. _ _ _
[Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town, son.
[Eb] Leave your guns at [Bb] home, Bill.
[Eb] Don't take your guns to [Bb] town. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ He sang a song, his own he wrote.
[F] His guns hung at [Bb] his hips.
_ He rode into a cattle town, a [Fm] smile upon his [Gm] lips.
He [Eb] stopped and walked into a bar and laid his money down.
And [Bb] his mother's words _ echoed again.
_ _ _ [Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town, son.
[Eb] Leave your guns at [Bb] home, Bill.
[Eb] Don't take your [Bb] guns to town. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ He drank his first strong liquor then to [Fm] calm his [Bb] shaken hand.
And tried to tell himself at last [F] he had [Bb] become a man.
_ [Eb] A dusty cowpoke at his sight began to laugh him down.
[Bb] And his mother's words echoed again.
_ _ _ [Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town, son.
[Eb] Leave your guns [Bb] at home, Bill.
[Eb] Don't take your guns to [Bb]
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_ _ _ _ _ Ill with rage then Billy Joe reached [F] for his gun [Bb] to draw.
But the stranger drew his gun and [Fm] fired before he [Bb] even saw.
_ [Eb] As Billy Joe fell to the floor, the crowd all gathered round. _
[Bb] And they wondered at his final words.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] Don't take your guns to [Bb] town, son.
_ [Eb] Leave your [Bb] guns at home, Bill.
_ [Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I was selling _ _ encyclopedias in Fort Worth, I think.
_ I used to stand in front of the TV and try to outdraw Jim Arnett. _ _ _ _ _
_ Grown man.
_ _ Yeah, in my 20s. _ _ _ _ _
He's hard to beat.
[E] He's hard to beat.
On videotape, he's really hard to beat.
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_ Well, I was down in _ the Houston area back in the late 50s.
Went to Nashville in the late part of 59.
But I was down there working a club.
And _ _ on the way back and forth to the club, which was all the way across Houston,
it's a long way, so I'd write songs.
It was my writing time.
So I wrote three songs in one week down there.
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