A young cowboy named Billy Joe
Grew restless on the farm,
A boy filled with wonderlust
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:
"Don't take your guns to town, son,
Leave your guns at home, Bill,
Don't take your guns to town!"
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