There was a man who a part of town Approached me in his own and said "Hey boy, sit down" Was I unemployed or would I like a He said he owned the stage There men who liked to rob
He offered me his daughter's hand, advance of A fancy gun, a pair of boots, a in the company
Now I ride shotgun on his line I ride shotgun on his I ride on his money I ride on his wife Shotgun rider, shotgun
There outlaws who waited on the trail For the daily run with payrolls and the mail They spied our dust and saddled up to They saw the worried driver with me at his side circled 'round the stagecoach, it was their daily fun Until they saw the driver smile and my trusty gun
Now I ride on his stage line I ride on his life I ride on his money I ride shotgun on his rider, shotgun rider
We caught the outlaws and took them back to Sent for the County Marshal and would not post a Sent 'em up the ha! That sure cleaned up the town I was Sheriff and the Mayor asked me down I now own half the stage line, and the rest of town I go to church on Sunday, I think I've down
Now I ride shotgun on his stage I ride shotgun on his I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his wife
I ride shotgun on his stage I ride on his life I shotgun on his money I shotgun on his wife Shotgun rider, shotgun rider
Gonna 'em out, don't get in my way