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February 19, 2019

Two songs with a related theme. See if you can find it

Filed under: Music and Videos, News, Song, Songs and Music — Scottie @ 06:59

Billy don’t be a hero lyrics

Paper Lace Lyrics

“Billy Don’t Be A Hero”

The marchin’ band came down along Maine Street
The soldier-blues fell in behind
I looked across and there I saw Billy
Waiting to go and join the line

And with her head upon his shoulder
His young and lovely fiancee
From where I stood I saw she was cryin’
And through her tears I heard her say:

“Billy, don’t be a hero, don’t be a fool with your life
Billy, don’t be a hero, come back and make me your wife”
And as Billy started to go she said: “Keep your pretty head low
Billy, don’t be a hero, come back to me”

The soldier-blues were trapped on a hillside
The battle raging all around
The sergeant cried: “We’ve gotta hang on, boys
We’ve gotta hold this piece of ground

I need a volunteer to ride out
And bring us back some extra men”
And Billy’s hand was up in a moment
Forgettin’ all the words she said. She said:

“Billy, don’t be a hero, don’t be a fool with your life
Billy, don’t be a hero, come back and make me your wife”
And as Billy started to go she said: “Keep your pretty head low
Billy, don’t be a hero, come back to me”

I heard his fiancee got a letter
That told how Billy died that day
The letter said that he was a hero
She should be proud he died that way
I heard she threw the letter away

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Johnny Cash – Don’t Take Your Guns to Town

Johnny Cash Lyrics

“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 combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out

[Chorus]
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 mom
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

[Chorus]
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
But his mother’s words echoed again

[Chorus]
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 cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
And he heard again his mothers words

[Chorus]
Don’t take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don’t take your guns to town

Filled with rage 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

[Chorus]
Don’t take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don’t take your guns to town

 

2 Comments »

  1. I used to be in love with a dude named Billy … a great hunter, a great shot. I once made a CD of tunes, all with “Bill” or “Billy” in the song. He was a bully & a brute but I still miss him. Hilariously funny.

    Liked by 1 person

    Comment by silverapplequeen — February 19, 2019 @ 07:22

    • Hello SAQ. You have had an interesting life it seems. Hugs

      Like

      Comment by Scottie — February 19, 2019 @ 07:53


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