There was a man who a part of town Approached me in his own and said "Hey boy, sit down" Was I or would I like a job? He he owned the stage line There were men who to rob
He me his daughter's hand, advance of salary A fancy gun, a pair of boots, a share in the
Now I ride shotgun on his line I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his money I ride shotgun on his Shotgun rider, rider
There were outlaws who waited on the For the stagecoach daily run payrolls and the mail 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 saw the driver smile and spied my trusty gun
Now I ride shotgun on his line I ride on his life I ride shotgun on his I ride on his wife rider, shotgun rider
We caught the and took them back to jail for the County Marshal and would not post 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 stage line, and the rest of town I go to on Sunday, I think I've settled down
Now I shotgun on his stage line I shotgun on his life I shotgun on his money I ride on his wife
I ride shotgun on his stage I shotgun on his life I shotgun on his money I ride on his wife rider, shotgun rider shot
Gonna shoot 'em out, get in my way