| Song | Don't Take Your Guns To Town |
| Artist | Johnny Cash |
| Album | Love, God, Murder |
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| [00:04.220] | |
| [00:04.500] | "Don't Take Your Guns To Town" |
| [00:05.120] | A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm |
| [00:09.459] | A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm |
| [00:14.259] | He changed his clothes and shined his boots |
| [00:17.459] | And combed his dark hair down |
| [00:19.519] | And his mother cried as he walked out |
| [00:21.929] | |
| [00:23.409] | Don't take your guns to town son |
| [00:25.539] | Leave your guns at home Bill |
| [00:28.990] | Don't take your guns to town |
| [00:33.980] | |
| [00:34.830] | He laughed and kissed his mom |
| [00:39.220] | And said your Billy Joe's a man |
| [00:41.470] | I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can |
| [00:45.310] | But I wouldn't shoot without a cause |
| [00:50.370] | I'd gun nobody down |
| [00:52.420] | But she cried again as he rode away |
| [00:56.340] | |
| [00:57.230] | Don't take your guns to town son |
| [01:01.100] | Leave your guns at home Bill |
| [01:03.500] | Don't take your guns to town |
| [01:08.170] | |
| [01:10.810] | He sang a song as on he rode |
| [01:14.889] | His guns hung at his hips |
| [01:16.600] | He rode into a cattle town |
| [01:19.970] | A smile upon his lips |
| [01:22.760] | He stopped and walked into a bar |
| [01:25.300] | And laid his money down |
| [01:27.900] | But his mother's words echoed again |
| [01:31.289] | |
| [01:32.579] | Don't take your guns to town son |
| [01:36.170] | Leave your guns at home Bill |
| [01:38.530] | Don't take your guns to town |
| [01:43.759] | |
| [01:45.960] | He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand |
| [01:49.550] | And tried to tell himself he had become a man |
| [01:56.870] | A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down |
| [02:02.800] | And he heard again his mothers words |
| [02:06.430] | |
| [02:07.268] | Don't take your guns to town son |
| [02:10.949] | Leave your guns at home Bill |
| [02:13.829] | Don't take your guns to town |
| [02:18.290] | |
| [02:19.989] | Filled with rage then |
| [02:23.719] | Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw |
| [02:26.539] | But the stranger drew his gun and fired |
| [02:30.728] | Before he even saw |
| [02:31.949] | As Billy Joe fell to the floor |
| [02:36.790] | The crowd all gathered 'round |
| [02:38.990] | And wondered at his final words |
| [02:41.379] | |
| [02:42.119] | Don't take your guns to town son |
| [02:45.509] | Leave your guns at home Bill |
| [02:48.849] | Don't take your guns to town |
| [02:52.949] |
| [00:02.190] | |
| [00:04.220] | |
| [00:04.500] | " Don' t Take Your Guns To Town" |
| [00:05.120] | A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm |
| [00:09.459] | A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm |
| [00:14.259] | He changed his clothes and shined his boots |
| [00:17.459] | And combed his dark hair down |
| [00:19.519] | And his mother cried as he walked out |
| [00:21.929] | |
| [00:23.409] | Don' t take your guns to town son |
| [00:25.539] | Leave your guns at home Bill |
| [00:28.990] | Don' t take your guns to town |
| [00:33.980] | |
| [00:34.830] | He laughed and kissed his mom |
| [00:39.220] | And said your Billy Joe' s a man |
| [00:41.470] | I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can |
| [00:45.310] | But I wouldn' t shoot without a cause |
| [00:50.370] | I' d gun nobody down |
| [00:52.420] | But she cried again as he rode away |
| [00:56.340] | |
| [00:57.230] | Don' t take your guns to town son |
| [01:01.100] | Leave your guns at home Bill |
| [01:03.500] | Don' t take your guns to town |
| [01:08.170] | |
| [01:10.810] | He sang a song as on he rode |
| [01:14.889] | His guns hung at his hips |
| [01:16.600] | He rode into a cattle town |
| [01:19.970] | A smile upon his lips |
| [01:22.760] | He stopped and walked into a bar |
| [01:25.300] | And laid his money down |
| [01:27.900] | But his mother' s words echoed again |
| [01:31.289] | |
| [01:32.579] | Don' t take your guns to town son |
| [01:36.170] | Leave your guns at home Bill |
| [01:38.530] | Don' t take your guns to town |
| [01:43.759] | |
| [01:45.960] | He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand |
| [01:49.550] | And tried to tell himself he had become a man |
| [01:56.870] | A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down |
| [02:02.800] | And he heard again his mothers words |
| [02:06.430] | |
| [02:07.268] | Don' t take your guns to town son |
| [02:10.949] | Leave your guns at home Bill |
| [02:13.829] | Don' t take your guns to town |
| [02:18.290] | |
| [02:19.989] | Filled with rage then |
| [02:23.719] | Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw |
| [02:26.539] | But the stranger drew his gun and fired |
| [02:30.728] | Before he even saw |
| [02:31.949] | As Billy Joe fell to the floor |
| [02:36.790] | The crowd all gathered ' round |
| [02:38.990] | And wondered at his final words |
| [02:41.379] | |
| [02:42.119] | Don' t take your guns to town son |
| [02:45.509] | Leave your guns at home Bill |
| [02:48.849] | Don' t take your guns to town |
| [02:52.949] |