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Don't Take Your Guns To Town

Johnny Cash
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OriginaleVersione 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


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