Johnny was a country boy and this I know's a fact
He picked a bale of cotton and he nearly broke his back
One day old John got all fed up and throwed his pick-sack down
His mama cried as he walked out
Don't take your cash to town John leave your purse at home son
Don't take your cash to town
He met a girl named Little Nell she thrilled him with her charms
Told him how her dear old mom was about to lose the farm
Old Johnny had a heart of gold he plopped his money down
And his mama's voice echoed again
Don't take your cash to town John leave your purse at home son
Don't take your cash to town
Now late that night old John walked by a place of a-muse-ment
A wistful look was in his eyes he didn't have a cent
There on a stool sat Little Nell and the boys were gathered round
They wondered at his parting words
Don't take your cash to town John leave your purse at home son
Looks like you've been stung John you stupid son-of-a-gun son
Look at what you've done John gimme back my mon hon
Next time take your gun John don't take your cash to town
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Johnny was a country boy and this I know's a fact
He picked a bale of cotton and he nearly broke his back
One day old John got all fed up and throwed his pick-sack down
His mama cried as he walked out
Don't take your cash to town John leave your purse at home son
Don't take your cash to town
He met a girl named Little Nell she thrilled him with her charms
Told him how her dear old mom was about to lose the farm
Old Johnny had a heart of gold he plopped his money down
And his mama's voice echoed again
Don't take your cash to town John leave your purse at home son
Don't take your cash to town
Now late that night old John walked by a place of a-muse-ment
A wistful look was in his eyes he didn't have a cent
There on a stool sat Little Nell and the boys were gathered round
They wondered at his parting words
Don't take your cash to town John leave your purse at home son
Looks like you've been stung John you stupid son-of-a-gun son
Look at what you've done John gimme back my mon hon
Next time take your gun John don't take your cash to town
He picked a bale of cotton and he nearly broke his back
One day old John got all fed up and throwed his pick-sack down
His mama cried as he walked out
Don't take your cash to town John leave your purse at home son
Don't take your cash to town
He met a girl named Little Nell she thrilled him with her charms
Told him how her dear old mom was about to lose the farm
Old Johnny had a heart of gold he plopped his money down
And his mama's voice echoed again
Don't take your cash to town John leave your purse at home son
Don't take your cash to town
Now late that night old John walked by a place of a-muse-ment
A wistful look was in his eyes he didn't have a cent
There on a stool sat Little Nell and the boys were gathered round
They wondered at his parting words
Don't take your cash to town John leave your purse at home son
Looks like you've been stung John you stupid son-of-a-gun son
Look at what you've done John gimme back my mon hon
Next time take your gun John don't take your cash to town