young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots [bad word] his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out
 [bad word] 
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
And said your Billy Joe's a man
I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can
But I wouldn't shoot without a cause
I'd gun nobody down
But she cried again as he rode away
 [bad word] 
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
smile upon his lips
He stopped and walked into a bar
And laid his money down
But his mother's words echoed again
 [bad word] 
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 he had [bad word] a man
dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
And he heard again his mothers words
 [bad word] 
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

Filled with rage then
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
 [bad word] 
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town