There was a man who owned a of town Approached me in his own and said "Hey boy, sit down" Was I unemployed or I like a job? He said he owned the line There were men who to rob
He offered me his daughter's hand, advance of A fancy gun, a pair of boots, a share in the
Now I shotgun on his stage line I shotgun on his life I ride on his money I ride shotgun on his rider, shotgun rider
There were outlaws who waited on the For the stagecoach daily run with and the mail They our dust and saddled up to ride They saw the worried driver me sittin' at his side circled 'round the stagecoach, it was their daily fun Until saw the driver smile and spied my trusty gun
Now I ride shotgun on his line I ride on his life I ride on his money I ride shotgun on his Shotgun rider, shotgun
We caught the and took them back to jail Sent for the County Marshal and would not post a Sent 'em up the river ha! sure cleaned up the town I was elected Sheriff and the Mayor me down I now own half the stage line, and the rest of town I go to church on Sunday, I I've settled down
Now I shotgun on his stage line I ride on his life I ride shotgun on his I ride on his wife
I ride on his stage line I shotgun on his life I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his wife Shotgun rider, rider shot
shoot 'em out, don't get in my way