There was a man who owned a of town Approached me in his own saloon and "Hey boy, sit down" Was I unemployed or would I like a He he owned the stage line There men who liked to rob
He offered me his daughter's hand, advance of A fancy gun, a pair of boots, a share in the
Now I ride shotgun on his line I shotgun on his life I ride shotgun on his I ride on his wife Shotgun rider, rider
There were outlaws who waited on the For the stagecoach daily run payrolls and the mail They spied our dust and saddled up to They saw the driver with me sittin' at his side They circled the stagecoach, it was their daily fun they saw the driver smile and spied my trusty gun
Now I ride shotgun on his line I ride shotgun on his I ride shotgun on his I ride on his wife Shotgun rider, rider
We caught the outlaws and them back to jail Sent for the County Marshal and would not a bail Sent 'em up the river ha! sure cleaned up the town I was Sheriff and the Mayor asked me down 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 ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his money I ride on his wife
I ride on his stage line I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his money I shotgun on his wife Shotgun rider, shotgun rider
shoot 'em out, don't get in my way