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

I can't let I can't let her get away If I let her get away Can't let go I thought she had to have it Since the first time she came Who knows the situation Mysteries do remain And now I wonder why

Someone that I belong to Doesn't belong to me Someone who can't be faithful Knows that I have to be Wonder if I am wrong to give her my loyalty Why should I be a lone soul Why can't I be my own soul Alone from night to night you'll find me Too weak to

Whats your name? Ey' girl wassup' I wanna know who you are Cause girl you got me, you got a brother wondering if you wanna, meet me in the I can be you friend till the end- till the end Girl, wassup' I'm going crazy

You never look at me now, You never look me in the face, I'm a bad motherfucker who lives it everyday I am in a living hell, makes me wonder if I'm alive Can't seem to bring myself to figure out why I shove and I pull away from the things That I call you

Now this is who we are I'll never know the answers And I'll always wonder why I am no one You are faithful when we are not I am no one's hero For we are not the giant men That some may think So I'd like to tell this story the way it is meant to be

Mo' money, mo' problems So I'd rather be broke And all my people say, whoo Mo' money, mo'-mo' money 'Cause all I've ever been told Mo' money, mo' problem 'Cause every time I see you, I be screamin' "Hallelujah" But you're all about the Benjamins, I see

Maybe I'm just Wonder who you're dreaming of Maybe it's a case of paranoia Nervous that I'll never really know ya What do I feel? Who do I trust? Smile when you're sleeping Oh, 'cause I could just see you with wine on your t-shirt And somebody else on

I wonder who that somebody might be Probably somebody like me That congregation parted like the red sea When that old drunk stumbled in down the aisle and took seat Right in the middle of amazing grace He could feel the judgment that they were passing

I wonder who I am Reflections offer nothing I wonder where I stand I'm afraid of myself Running outside the Nazca Lines You know I see you all in white Hoping you'll grow the fruitful vines An array to give us life Violence born within my mind