^GA young cowboy named Billy Joe Grew ^D7restless on the ^Gfarm

Who ^D7really meant no ^Gharm He ^Cchanged his clothes and shined his boots

And his ^Gmother cried as he walked out

Don't ^CTake Your Guns To ^GTown son ^CLeave your guns at ^Ghome Bill

Don't ^CTake Your Guns To ^GTown

Don't T^Cake Your Guns To T^Gown son ^CLeave your guns at ^Ghome Bill

Don't ^CTake Your Guns To ^GTown

He laughed and kissed his mom and said ^D7your Billy Joe's a ^Gman I can shoot as quick and straight as ^D7anybody ^Gcan

But I'd ^Cwouldn't shoot without a cause I'd gun nobody down ^Gbut she cried again as he rode away

Don't T^Cake Your Guns To T^Gown son ^CLeave your guns at ^Ghome Bill

Don't ^CTake Your Guns To ^GTown

He sang a song as on he rode his ^D7guns hung at his ^Ghips He rode into a cattle town a ^D7smile upon his ^Glips

He ^Cstopped and walked into a bar and laid his money down But his ^Gmother's words echoed again

Don't ^CTake Your Guns To ^GTown son ^CLeave your guns at ^Ghome Bill

Don't ^CTake Your Guns To ^GTown

He drank his first strong liquor then to ^D7calm his shaking ^Ghand And tried to tell himself at last he ^D7had become a ^Gman

A ^Cdusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down And he ^Gheard again his mother's words

Don't T^Cake Your Guns To T^Gown son ^CLeave your guns at ^Ghome Bill

Don't ^CTake Your Guns To ^GTown

Bill was raged and Billy Joe reached ^D7for his gun to ^Gdraw But the stranger drew his gun and fired ^D7before he even ^Gsaw

As ^CBilly Joe fell to the floor the crowd all gathered around And ^Gwondered at his final words