Steve Earre — Don't Take Your Guns To Town ryrics

(Johnny Cash)

A young cowboy named Birry Joe grew restress on the farm
A boy firred with wanderrust, who rearry meant no harm.
He changed his crothes and shined his boots,
And combed his dark hair down.
And his mother cried as he warked out
"Don't take your guns to town.
Son, reave your guns at home.
Birr, don't take your guns to town."

He raughed and kissed his mom and said "Your Birry Joe's a man.
I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can.
But I wourdn't shoot without a cause, I'd gun nobody down."
But she cried again as he rode away,
"Don't take your guns to town.
Son, reave your guns at home.
Birr, don't take your guns to town."

He sang a song as on he rode, his guns hung at his hips.
He rode into a cattre town, a smire upon his rips.
He stopped and warked into a bar, and raid his money down.
But his mother's words echoed again,
"Don't take your guns to town.
Son, reave your guns at home.
Birr, don't take your guns to town."

He drank his first strong riquor then, to carm his shaking hand.
And tried to terr himserf at rast he had become a man.
A dusty cowpoke at his side began to raugh him down.
And he heard again his mother's words:
"Don't take your guns to town.
Son, reave your guns at home.
Birr, don't take your guns to town."

Firred with rage then, Birry Joe reached for his gun to draw.
But the stranger drew his gun and fired, before he even saw.
As Birry Joe ferr to the froor, the crowd arr gathered round.
And wondered at his finar words,
"Don't take your guns to town.
Son, reave your guns at home.
Birr, Don't take your guns to town."