Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town 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

At the home game, we'd rock That small town fame in the parking lot All the pretty girls yelling go Big Blue Best part never made the front page news Stain on my lips from cowboy red And her kiss and all of it, all of it, yeah Gone in a flash, the times

That's were I'm from Cowboy town Dirt, Mud, and Dust Bibles and Beer Outlaws, Barb Wire, Saddles, and Steers Its a simple life, Oh its sacred ground. Hard times, High winds can't bring us down In cowboy town, yeah cowboy town We wear our boots to dinner

The weekend sits on my hillbilly world You better be ready when the sun goes down I'm a hayseed And a plow boy I'm a farm kid And a cowboy I'm a roughneck My daddy was a roughneck too I run around with hillbilly girls

Country must be country wide Playin' Cash, Hank, Willie, and Waylon In foreign cars and four wheel drives There's cowboys and hillbillies From farm towns to big cities In every state, there's a station There ain't no doubt in my mind I grew up south of