There was a man who a part of town me in his own saloon and said "Hey boy, sit down" Was I unemployed or I like a job? He said he owned the line There men who liked to rob
He offered me his hand, advance of salary A fancy gun, a pair of boots, a share in the
Now I ride shotgun on his stage I shotgun on his life I ride on his money I shotgun on his wife Shotgun rider, rider
There were outlaws who waited on the For the stagecoach daily run with and the mail They spied our dust and up to ride They saw the worried driver with me sittin' at his They circled 'round the stagecoach, it was their fun they saw the driver smile and spied my trusty gun
Now I shotgun on his stage line I shotgun on his life 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 ha! That sure cleaned up the town 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 shotgun on his life I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his wife
I shotgun on his stage line I shotgun on his life I ride shotgun on his I ride shotgun on his Shotgun rider, shotgun rider
Gonna 'em out, don't get in my way