歌词翻译 (英文 → 中文)
不要带枪进城
一个名叫比利·乔的年轻牛仔
在农场里并不安分
充满了流浪欲望的男孩，他真的没有恶意
他换了衣服，擦亮靴子
梳理他的黑发
他的母亲在他走出去的时候哭了……
孩子，不要带枪进镇
把你的枪留在家里，比尔
不要带枪进镇
他笑着亲吻了他妈妈
并说，你的比利·乔是个男人
我的枪法和任何人一样快，一样准
但我不会无缘无故开枪
我不会用枪打死任何人
但当他骑马离开时，她又哭了......
孩子，不要带枪进镇
把你的枪留在家里，比尔
不要带枪进镇
他一边骑马一边唱着歌
他的枪挂在他的臀部
他骑着马进入了一个“牛镇”
嘴角带着微笑
他停下来，走进一家酒吧
放下了他的钱
但他母亲的话再次回响在耳边……
孩子，不要带枪进镇
把你的枪留在家里，比尔
不要带枪进镇
他当时喝了第一杯烈酒
来平息他颤抖的手
并最后试图告诉自己
他已经成为一个男人
他身边的一个满身尘土的牛仔开始嘲笑他
他又听到了他母亲的话……
孩子，不要带枪进镇
把你的枪留在家里，比尔
不要带枪进镇
充满了愤怒，然后
比利·乔伸手准备拔枪
但那个陌生人拔出了枪，并开了枪
他甚至没看清
当比利·乔倒在地上时
众人都围了过来
想知道他的最后一句话...
孩子，不要带枪进镇
把你的枪留在家里，比尔
不要带枪进镇
在农场里并不安分
充满了流浪欲望的男孩，他真的没有恶意
他换了衣服，擦亮靴子
梳理他的黑发
他的母亲在他走出去的时候哭了……
孩子，不要带枪进镇
把你的枪留在家里，比尔
不要带枪进镇
他笑着亲吻了他妈妈
并说，你的比利·乔是个男人
我的枪法和任何人一样快，一样准
但我不会无缘无故开枪
我不会用枪打死任何人
但当他骑马离开时，她又哭了......
孩子，不要带枪进镇
把你的枪留在家里，比尔
不要带枪进镇
他一边骑马一边唱着歌
他的枪挂在他的臀部
他骑着马进入了一个“牛镇”
嘴角带着微笑
他停下来，走进一家酒吧
放下了他的钱
但他母亲的话再次回响在耳边……
孩子，不要带枪进镇
把你的枪留在家里，比尔
不要带枪进镇
他当时喝了第一杯烈酒
来平息他颤抖的手
并最后试图告诉自己
他已经成为一个男人
他身边的一个满身尘土的牛仔开始嘲笑他
他又听到了他母亲的话……
孩子，不要带枪进镇
把你的枪留在家里，比尔
不要带枪进镇
充满了愤怒，然后
比利·乔伸手准备拔枪
但那个陌生人拔出了枪，并开了枪
他甚至没看清
当比利·乔倒在地上时
众人都围了过来
想知道他的最后一句话...
孩子，不要带枪进镇
把你的枪留在家里，比尔
不要带枪进镇
原始歌词 (English)
Don't Take Your Guns To Town
A young cowboy named Billy Joe
Grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wanderlust, 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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home, Bill
Don't take your guns to town
Grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wanderlust, 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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home, Bill
Don't take your guns to town