Chords for Don't Take Your Guns To Town

_ _ _ _ _ A young cowboy named Billy [F] Joe grew [Bb] restless on the farm.
A boy filled with [F] wonderlust who really [Bb] 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 [Bb] to town, son.
Leave your guns at home, Bill.
Don't take your guns to town.
He _ _ _ _ laughed and kissed his mom and said, You're Billy Joe's a man.
I can shoot as quick and [F] straight as [Bb] anybody 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 at [Bb] 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 [F] town, a smile [Bb] up on his lips.
He stopped and [Eb] walked into a bar and laid his money down.
But [Bb] his mother's words echoed again.
_ [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 [Bb] town. _ _ _ _ _
He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking head.
And tried to tell himself at [F] last he had [Bb] become a man.
[Eb] A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down.
[Bb] And he heard again his mother's words.
[Eb] _ Don't take your [Bb] guns to town, [Eb] son.
Leave your [Bb] guns at home, Bill.
_ [Ebm] Don't take your guns [Bb] to town. _ _ _ _
Bill with rage then Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw.
But the stranger drew his gun [F] and fired it before 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 to town, son.
Leave your guns [Bb] at home, Bill.
_ [Eb] Don't take your [Bb] guns to town.
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