Capo 3
[Verse]
G D G
Johnny was a country boy and this I knows a fact
D G
He picked a bale of cotton and he nearly broke his back (augh!)
C
One day old John got all fed up and throwed his pick sack down
G
His mama cried as he walked out
C G C G
Don't take your cash to town son. Leave your cash at home son.
C G
Don't take your cash to townnnnnnnnnnnn (hmmmmmm)
[Verse]
D G ooh
He met a girl named Little Nell, she thrilled him with her charms
D G
She told him how her dear old mom was a- -bout to lose the farm (he,he,he,he)
C
Old Johnny had a heart of gold, he plopped his money down
G
And his mama's voice echoed again
C G C G
Don't take your cash to town son. Leave your cash at home son.
C G
Don't take your cash to townnnnnnnnnnnn (hmmmmmm)
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D G
Now late that night old John walked by a place of amuse- -ment
D G
A wishful look was in his eye, he didn't have a cent
C
There on the stool sat Little Nell and the boys were gathered round
G
He wondered at his parting words
C G C G
Don't take your cash to town John. Leave your purse at home son.
C G C G
Looks like you've been scammed John. You stupid son-of-a- -gun son.
C G
Look at what you've done John.
C G C G
Give me back my mon, hon. Next time take your gun John.
C G
Don't take your cash to town (hmmmmmm)