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