Chords for Johnny Cash Don't Take Your Guns To Town
Tempo:
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Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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A young cowboy named Billy Joe [F] grew restless [Bb] on the farm,
a boy filled with wonderlust [F] 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 [Bb] guns to town, [Eb] son, leave your [Bb] guns at home, Bill.
[Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town.
He laughed and kissed his mom and [F] said, You're Billy Joe's [Bb] a 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.
But [Bb] she cried again as he rolled away,
[Eb] Don't take your guns to town, son, leave your guns [Bb] at home, Bill.
[Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town.
He sang a song of his own, he rode [F] his guns hung [Bb] at his hips,
he rode into a cattle town, [F] a smile [Bb] upon his lips,
he [Eb] stopped and walked into a bar and laid [Bb] his money [Eb] down,
but [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 [F] liquor then to calm his [Bb] shaking hands,
tried to tell himself [F] at last he had [Bb] become a man,
a [Eb] dusty cowpoke at his side began [Bb] to laugh him down,
and he heard again his mother's words,
[Eb] Don't take your [Bbm] guns to town, son, [Eb] leave your [Bb] guns at home, Bill.
[Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town.
Bill with rage then Billy Joe [F] reached for his gun to [Bb] draw,
but the stranger drew his gun and [F] fired it before [Bb] he even saw,
[Eb] as Billy Joe fell to the floor the crowd all gathered round
[Bb] and wondered at his final words,
[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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[F] [Bb]
A young cowboy named Billy Joe [F] grew restless [Bb] on the farm,
a boy filled with wonderlust [F] 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 [Bb] guns to town, [Eb] son, leave your [Bb] guns at home, Bill.
[Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town.
He laughed and kissed his mom and [F] said, You're Billy Joe's [Bb] a 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.
But [Bb] she cried again as he rolled away,
[Eb] Don't take your guns to town, son, leave your guns [Bb] at home, Bill.
[Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town.
He sang a song of his own, he rode [F] his guns hung [Bb] at his hips,
he rode into a cattle town, [F] a smile [Bb] upon his lips,
he [Eb] stopped and walked into a bar and laid [Bb] his money [Eb] down,
but [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 [F] liquor then to calm his [Bb] shaking hands,
tried to tell himself [F] at last he had [Bb] become a man,
a [Eb] dusty cowpoke at his side began [Bb] to laugh him down,
and he heard again his mother's words,
[Eb] Don't take your [Bbm] guns to town, son, [Eb] leave your [Bb] guns at home, Bill.
[Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town.
Bill with rage then Billy Joe [F] reached for his gun to [Bb] draw,
but the stranger drew his gun and [F] fired it before [Bb] he even saw,
[Eb] as Billy Joe fell to the floor the crowd all gathered round
[Bb] and wondered at his final words,
[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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[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ A young cowboy named Billy Joe [F] grew restless [Bb] on the farm,
a boy filled with wonderlust [F] 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 [Bb] guns to town, [Eb] son, leave your [Bb] guns at home, Bill.
_ _ [Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ He laughed and kissed his mom and [F] said, You're Billy Joe's [Bb] a 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.
But [Bb] she cried again as he rolled away, _ _
_ _ [Eb] Don't take your guns to town, son, leave your guns [Bb] at home, Bill.
_ _ [Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ He sang a song of his own, he rode [F] his guns hung [Bb] at his hips,
he rode into a cattle town, [F] a smile [Bb] upon his lips,
he [Eb] stopped and walked into a bar and laid [Bb] his money [Eb] down,
but [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 [F] liquor then to calm his [Bb] shaking hands,
_ tried to tell himself [F] at last he had [Bb] become a man,
a [Eb] dusty cowpoke at his side began [Bb] to laugh him down,
and he heard again his mother's words, _ _
_ _ [Eb] Don't take your [Bbm] guns to town, son, [Eb] leave your [Bb] guns at home, Bill.
_ _ [Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Bill with rage then Billy Joe [F] reached for his gun to [Bb] draw,
but the stranger drew his gun and [F] fired it before [Bb] he even saw,
[Eb] as Billy Joe fell to the floor the crowd all gathered round
[Bb] and wondered at his final words,
_ _ _ [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. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ A young cowboy named Billy Joe [F] grew restless [Bb] on the farm,
a boy filled with wonderlust [F] 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 [Bb] guns to town, [Eb] son, leave your [Bb] guns at home, Bill.
_ _ [Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ He laughed and kissed his mom and [F] said, You're Billy Joe's [Bb] a 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.
But [Bb] she cried again as he rolled away, _ _
_ _ [Eb] Don't take your guns to town, son, leave your guns [Bb] at home, Bill.
_ _ [Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ He sang a song of his own, he rode [F] his guns hung [Bb] at his hips,
he rode into a cattle town, [F] a smile [Bb] upon his lips,
he [Eb] stopped and walked into a bar and laid [Bb] his money [Eb] down,
but [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 [F] liquor then to calm his [Bb] shaking hands,
_ tried to tell himself [F] at last he had [Bb] become a man,
a [Eb] dusty cowpoke at his side began [Bb] to laugh him down,
and he heard again his mother's words, _ _
_ _ [Eb] Don't take your [Bbm] guns to town, son, [Eb] leave your [Bb] guns at home, Bill.
_ _ [Eb] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Bill with rage then Billy Joe [F] reached for his gun to [Bb] draw,
but the stranger drew his gun and [F] fired it before [Bb] he even saw,
[Eb] as Billy Joe fell to the floor the crowd all gathered round
[Bb] and wondered at his final words,
_ _ _ [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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