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 line were men who liked to rob
He offered me his daughter's hand, of salary A fancy gun, a pair of boots, a in the company
Now I ride shotgun on his line I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his money I ride shotgun on his rider, shotgun rider
There were outlaws who waited on the For the stagecoach daily run with payrolls and the They spied our dust and up to ride saw the worried driver with me sittin' at his side They circled 'round the stagecoach, it was their fun Until they saw the driver smile and my trusty gun
Now I ride on his stage line I ride shotgun on his I ride on his money I ride on his wife Shotgun rider, rider
We caught the and took them back to jail Sent for the County and would not post a bail Sent 'em up the river ha! That sure cleaned up the I was elected Sheriff and the asked me down I now own half the stage line, and 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 line I ride on his life I shotgun on his money I ride shotgun on his rider, shotgun rider shot
Gonna shoot 'em out, get in my way