There was a man who owned a part of 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 gun, a pair 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 shotgun on his wife Shotgun rider, shotgun
were outlaws who waited on the trail For the stagecoach daily run with payrolls and the spied our dust and saddled up to ride They saw the worried driver me sittin' at his side They circled the stagecoach, it was their daily fun Until they saw the smile and spied my trusty gun
Now I shotgun on his stage line I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his money I shotgun on his wife rider, shotgun rider
We caught the outlaws and took them to jail Sent for the Marshal and would not post a bail Sent 'em up the river ha! That cleaned up the town I was elected Sheriff and the Mayor me down I now own half the stage line, and half the of town I go to church on Sunday, I I've settled down
Now I ride shotgun on his stage I ride shotgun on his I ride on his money I ride on his wife
I ride on his stage line I ride 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