There was a man who a part of town Approached me in his own saloon and "Hey boy, sit down" Was I or would I like a job? He said he the stage line There were men who to rob
He offered me his hand, advance of salary A fancy gun, a of boots, a share in the company
Now I ride on his stage line I ride on his life I ride shotgun on his I ride on his wife Shotgun rider, rider
There were who waited on the trail For the stagecoach daily run with payrolls and the They our dust and saddled up to ride They saw the worried with me sittin' at his side They circled 'round the stagecoach, it was their fun Until they saw the driver smile and spied my gun
Now I ride shotgun on his line I ride on his life I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his wife Shotgun rider, shotgun
We caught the outlaws and took them back to for the County Marshal and would 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 line, and half the rest of town I go to church on Sunday, I think I've settled
Now I ride shotgun on his line I shotgun on his life I shotgun on his money I ride on his wife
I ride on his stage line I shotgun on his life I ride on his money I shotgun on his wife Shotgun rider, shotgun shot
shoot 'em out, don't get in my way