There was a man who owned a part of Approached me in his own saloon and "Hey boy, sit down" Was I unemployed or would I like a He said he owned the line There men who liked to rob
He offered me his daughter's hand, advance of A fancy gun, a of boots, a share in the company
Now I ride shotgun on his stage I shotgun on his life I ride shotgun on his I ride shotgun on his Shotgun rider, rider
There were outlaws who on the trail For the stagecoach daily run payrolls 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 daily fun Until they saw the driver smile and my trusty gun
Now I ride on his stage line I shotgun on his life I shotgun on his money I ride on his wife Shotgun rider, shotgun
We caught the outlaws and them back to jail Sent for the County Marshal and would not a bail 'em up the river ha! That sure cleaned up the town I was elected Sheriff and the asked me down I now own half the line, and half the rest of town I go to church on Sunday, I think settled down
Now I ride shotgun on his line I ride on his life I ride on his money I ride shotgun on his
I ride shotgun on his stage I ride on his life I shotgun on his money I ride shotgun on his Shotgun rider, rider shot
shoot 'em out, don't get in my way