{"id":14673,"date":"2022-11-08T19:09:02","date_gmt":"2022-11-09T00:09:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mohawknationnews.com\/blog\/?p=14673"},"modified":"2023-07-02T11:44:30","modified_gmt":"2023-07-02T16:44:30","slug":"kahnwake-mohawk-mothers-blazing-a-trail","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mohawknationnews.com\/blog\/2022\/11\/08\/kahnwake-mohawk-mothers-blazing-a-trail\/","title":{"rendered":"KAHNWAKE MOHAWK MOTHERS BLAZING A TRAIL"},"content":{"rendered":"

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MNN. Nov. 8, 2022. So glad this came out in the Eastern Door of Kahnawake. This is what is known as ‘balanced’ writing.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mohawk Mothers blazing a trail<\/a><\/p>\n

JOHNNY CASH explains the kahnistensera’s situation pretty well in his song when the mother keeps telling the son not to take their guns to town. They don’t listen to their mother and end up dead.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

[Verse 1]<\/strong>
\nA young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm<\/strong><\/em>
\nA boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm<\/span><\/a><\/strong><\/em>
\nHe changed his clothes and shined his boots<\/span><\/a><\/strong><\/em>
\nAnd combed his dark hair down<\/strong><\/em>
\nAnd his mother cried as he walked out<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

[Chorus]<\/strong>
\nDon’t take your guns to town son<\/strong>
\nLeave your guns at home Bill<\/strong>
\nDon’t take your guns to town<\/strong><\/p>\n

[Verse 2]<\/strong>
\nHe laughed and kissed his mom<\/strong><\/em>
\nAnd said your Billy Joe’s a man<\/strong><\/em>
\nI can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can<\/strong><\/em>
\nBut I wouldn’t shoot without a cause<\/strong><\/em>
\nI’d gun nobody down<\/strong><\/em>
\nBut she cried again as he rode away<\/em> [chorus]<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

[Verse 3]<\/strong>
\nHe sang a song as on he rode<\/strong><\/em>
\nHis guns hung at his hips<\/strong><\/em>
\nHe rode into a cattle town<\/strong><\/em>
\nA smile upon his lips<\/strong><\/em>
\nHe stopped and walked into a bar<\/strong><\/em>
\nAnd laid his money down<\/strong><\/em>
\nBut his mother’s words echoed again<\/em> [chorus]<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

[Verse 4]<\/strong>
\nHe drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand<\/strong><\/em>
\nAnd tried to tell himself at last he had become a man<\/strong><\/em>
\nA dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down<\/span><\/a><\/strong><\/em>
\nAnd he heard again his mothers words [chorus]<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

[Verse 5]<\/strong>
\nFilled with rage then<\/strong><\/em>
\nBilly Joe reached for his gun to draw<\/strong><\/em>
\nBut the stranger drew his gun and fired<\/strong><\/em>
\nBefore he even saw<\/strong><\/em>
\nAs Billy Joe fell to the floor<\/strong><\/em>
\nThe crowd all gathered around<\/strong><\/em>
\nAnd wondered at his final words\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

[Chorus]<\/strong><\/em>
\nDon’t take your guns to town son<\/strong><\/em>
\nLeave your guns at home Bill<\/strong><\/em>
\nDon’t take your guns to town<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n