A young cowboy named Billy Joe
grew restless on the farm.
A boy filled with wonderlust
who really meant no harm.
And his mother cried as he walked out,
Don't take your guns to town, son.
Leave your guns at home, Bill.
Don't take your guns to town.
He laughed and kissed his mom
You're Billy Joe's a man.
I can shoot as quick and straight
But I wouldn't shoot without a cause,
But he cried again as he rode away
Don't take your guns to town, son
Leave your guns at home, Bill
Don't take your guns to town
he rode his gun slung at his hips.
He rode into a cattle town,
He stopped and walked into a bar
but his mother's words echoed again.
Don't take your guns to town, son.
Leave your guns at home, Bill.
Don't take your guns to town.
He drank his first strong liquor,
then to calm his shaken hand
And tried to tell himself at last
A dusty cowpoke at his side
Don't take your guns to town, son
Leave your guns at home, Bill
Don't take your guns to town
Bill was raged and Billy Joe
reached for his gun to drop
But the stranger drew his gun
and fired before he even saw
As Billy Joel fell to the floor,
the crowd all gathered round,
and wondered at his final words.
Don't take your guns to town, son.
Leave your guns at home, Bill.
Don't take your guns to town.
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