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