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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) 
 
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                                     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)