There was a man who owned a of town me in his own saloon and said "Hey boy, sit down" Was I unemployed or would I a job? He said he owned the line were men who liked to rob
He offered me his daughter's hand, advance of A fancy gun, a pair of boots, a share in the
Now I ride shotgun on his stage I ride shotgun on his I ride on his money I shotgun on his wife Shotgun rider, rider
There were outlaws who on the trail For the stagecoach daily run payrolls and the mail spied our dust and saddled up to ride They saw the worried driver with me sittin' at his circled 'round the stagecoach, it was their daily fun Until they saw the driver smile and my trusty gun
Now I ride shotgun on his line I ride on his life I ride shotgun on his I ride shotgun on his Shotgun rider, shotgun
We the outlaws 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 asked me down I now own half the line, and half the rest of town I go to church on Sunday, I I've settled down
Now I ride on his stage line I ride on his life I ride on his money I ride on his wife
I ride shotgun on his stage I shotgun on his life I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his wife Shotgun rider, shotgun shot
shoot 'em out, don't get in my way