A (C)young cow boy named Bil ly Joe grew (G)rest less on the farm.
A boy filled with wan der lust who (G)real ly meant no (C)harm.
He (F)changed his clothes and shined his boots and combed his dark hair down,
and his (C)moth er cried as he walked out: “Don’t (F)take your guns to (C)town, son.
(F)Leave your guns at (C)home, Bill.
Don’t (F)take your guns to (C)town.”
He laughed and kissed his mom and said, “Your Bil ly Joe’s a (C)man.
He the I can shoot as quick and straight as any y bod y can.
But I (F)would n’t shoot with out a cause; I’d gun no bod y down.”
But she (C)cried a gain as he rode a way: “Don’t (F)take your guns to (C)town, Son.
(F)Leave your guns at (C)home, Bill.
Don’t (F)take your guns to (C)town.”
He sang a song as on he rode, his guns hung at his (C)hips.
and the rode in to a cat tle town, a smile up on his lips.
He I (F)stopped and walked in to a bar, and laid his mon ey down,
but his (C)moth er’s words as ech oed a gain: “Don’t (F)take your guns to (C)town, Son.
(F)Leave your guns at (C)home, Bill.
Don’t (F)take your guns to (C)town.”
He (C)town.”
This page shows “Don't Take Your Guns To Town” by Johnny Cash in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of C at 120 BPM, a comfortable easy-level arrangement perfect for first-time learners.