There was a man who a part of town me in his own saloon 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 me his daughter's hand, advance of salary A fancy gun, a of boots, a share in the company
Now I ride shotgun on his stage I ride on his life I shotgun on his money I ride on his wife Shotgun rider, shotgun
There were who waited on the trail For the stagecoach daily run with and the mail They our dust and saddled up to ride saw the worried driver with me sittin' at his side They 'round the stagecoach, it was their daily fun Until they saw the driver smile and my trusty gun
Now I ride shotgun on his stage I shotgun on his life I ride on his money I ride shotgun on his Shotgun rider, shotgun
We the outlaws and took them back to jail Sent for the County Marshal and not post a bail Sent 'em up the river ha! sure cleaned up the town I was elected Sheriff and the Mayor asked me I now own half the stage line, and half the rest of I go to church on Sunday, I I've settled down
Now I shotgun on his stage line I shotgun on his life I ride on his money I shotgun on his wife
I ride on his stage line I shotgun on his life I ride shotgun on his I ride shotgun on his Shotgun rider, shotgun shot
shoot 'em out, don't get in my way