Don't Take Your Guns To Town
Johnny CashOriginal | Versione polacca di Maciej Maleńczuk |
DON'T TAKE YOUR GUNS TO TOWN A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm, a boy so filled with wanderlust who really meant no harm. He changed his clothes and shined his boots and combed his dark hair down. But his mother cried as he walked along : “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 mum 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: “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, and his mother`s words echoed again.: “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 cowboy got his sight, began to laugh him down, and he heard again his mother`s words: “Don`t take your guns to town, son, leave your guns at home, Bill. Don`t take your guns to town.“ Now Bill was raged, 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 : “Don`t take your guns to town, son, leave your guns at home, Bill. Don`t take your guns to town.“ | DON'T TAKE YOUR GUNS TO TOWN Młody kowboj Billy Joe, na farmie rósł ja dąb Starą matkę kochał swą, w strzelaniu ćwiczył dłoń Aż przyszedł dzień, gdy przypiął pas I włos przyczesał swój, a matka płacząc rzecze mu: Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town Matko droga, nie martw się, co może grozić mi? Nikt nie strzela lepiej niż twój kochany syn Bez powodu nigdy wszak za broń nie chwycę swą Lecz ona tknięta myślą złą Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town Ruszył Billy w drogę swą na biodrze dynda kolt Piękny jak poranek on i piękny jego koń Do baru wszedł jak młody Bóg i pieniądz dał na stół Nie wspomniał Billy matki słów Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town Swój pierwszy mocny wypił drink, bo dłonie drżały mu Wszystkim w koło wskazał tym, że jest dorosły już Wtem zakurzony chudy ćwok roześmiał mu się w twarz A słowa matki brzmiały wszak Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town Billy wściekł się, Billy Joe po spluwę sięgnął w mig Lecz tamten zrobił szybciej to i dziurę zrobił w nim Tak Billy Joe na deski padł i gęstniał w koło tłum Zapomniał Billy matki słów Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town |