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Date: 3/11/97; 12:03:45 PM
From: ah827@rgfn.epcc.Edu (Gene L. Graham)
Subject: DON'T TAKE YOUR GUNS TO TOWN


DON'T TAKE YOUR CASH TO TOWN
Sheb Wooley

[C] Johnny [G7] was a [C] country boy 
   and [G7] this I know's a [C] fact
He picked [G7] a bale of [C] cotton 
   and he [G7] nearly broke his [C] back
One [F] day old John got all [C7] fed up  
   and [F] throwed his pick-sack down
His [C] Mama [G7] cried as [C] he walked out;

"Don't [F] take your cash to [C] town, John
[F] Leave your purse at [C] home, Son
Don't [F] take your cash to [C] town."

He met a girl named Little Nell, she thrilled him with her charms
Told him how her dear old man was about to lose the farm
Old Johnny had a heart of gold, he plopped his money down
And his Mama's voice echoed again:

Refrain:

Now late that night old John walked by a place of a-muse-ment
A wistful look was in his eyes he didn't have a cent
There on a stool sat Little Nell, the boys were gathered 'round
They wondered at his parting words:

"Don't [F] take your cash to [C] town, John
[F] Leave your purse at [C] home, Son

Looks [G7] like you've been [C] stung, John
You [G7] stupid son-of-a-[C] gun, Son
Look [G7] at what you've [C] done, John
Gimme [G7] back my [C] mon, hon
Next time [F] take your [C] gun, John

Don't [F] take your cash to [C] town."