Слушать бесплатно Don't Take Your Guns to Town

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 laughed and kiss his mom and said Your Billy Joes a man i can shoot as quick and striaght as anybody can. but i'd wouldn't shoot without a cause i'd gun nobody down but she cried again as he rode away 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."

Ковбою Билли Джо на ферме стало невтерпёж. На лавке сидя, ни богатств, ни славы не найдёшь. Оделся, причесался он, сапог как медь горит, А мать рыдает: "Пистолеты в город не бери, сын, Дома их оставь, Билл, С собою не бери!" Он мать свою поцеловал и ей сказал, смеясь: "Да в городе нет лучше и быстрей стрелка, чем я! К тому же ствол привык я в кобуре держать, смотри!" Но мама снова: "Пистолеты в город не бери, сын, Дома их оставь, Билл, С собою не бери!" Он ехал с песней, а они болтались на боках, На ярмарку приехал он с улыбкой на губах. Он слез с коня - и сразу в бар. Ну что ж, душа горит! Но помнил фразу: "Пистолеты в город не бери, сын, Дома их оставь, Билл, С собою не бери!" Он выпил первые сто грамм, чтоб не тряслась рука. Подумал: "Вот теперь я стал похож на мужика!" И вдруг о нём какой-то тип стал грубо говорить, А он лишь слышал: "Пистолеты в город не бери, сын, Дома их оставь, Билл, С собою не бери!" Но кровь кипела, и рука метнулась к кобуре, А тип был не из этих мест, и выстрелил быстрей. И умирает Билли Джо, над ним и плач, и крик, А он им шепчет: "Пистолеты в город не бери, сын, Дома их оставь, Билл, С собою не бери!"