On the eastern highway we ride   Windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky   What's left is ivy and vine   All the letters I'd sent back home   Never express the idea of how a young man   Can be so far from home      Take your guns to town   Don't take your guns to town   Take your guns to town   Don't take your guns to town      Stumble down main street alone   Just gotten home with my hand on the phone   I was drinking alone on the quilted (? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? )      Take your guns to town   Don't take your guns to town   Take your guns to town   Don't take your guns to town