A young cowboy named Billy Joe Grew restless on the farm A boy filled with wanderlust Who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots And combed his dark hair down And his mother cried as he walked out; Refrain: "Don't take your guns to town, son Leave your guns at home, Bill 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 cattle town, A smile upon his lips He stopped and walked into a bar and laid his money down But his mother's words echoed again; Refrain: "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 shaking hand And tried to tell himself at last he had become a man A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down And he heard again his mother's words; Refrain: "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 draw But the stranger drew his gun and fired before he even saw As Billy Joe fell to the floor the crowd all gathered 'round And wondered at his final words; Refrain: "Don't take your guns to town, son Leave your guns at home, Bill Don't take your guns to town."