There was a man who owned a part of Approached me in his own and said "Hey boy, sit down" Was I or would I like 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 in the company
Now I shotgun on his stage line I ride on his life I ride on his money I ride shotgun on his rider, shotgun rider
There were who waited on the trail For the daily run with payrolls and the mail spied 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 they saw the driver and spied my trusty gun
Now I ride on his stage line I ride shotgun on his I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his wife rider, shotgun rider
We caught the and took them back to jail Sent for the County and would not post a bail Sent 'em up the river ha! That sure cleaned up the I was elected Sheriff and the Mayor asked me I now own the stage line, and half the rest of town I go to church on Sunday, I think I've down
Now I ride shotgun on his line I ride shotgun on his I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his wife
I ride shotgun on his line I shotgun on his life I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his wife rider, shotgun rider shot
Gonna shoot 'em out, get in my way