There was a man who owned a of town me in his own saloon and said "Hey boy, sit down" Was I or would I like a job? He he owned the stage line were men who liked to rob
He offered me his daughter's hand, advance of A fancy gun, a of boots, a share in the company
Now I shotgun on his stage line I shotgun on his life I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his wife rider, shotgun rider
There outlaws who waited on the trail For the stagecoach run with payrolls and the mail 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 daily fun Until they saw the smile and spied my trusty gun
Now I ride shotgun on his line I ride shotgun on his I ride on his money I shotgun on his wife rider, shotgun rider
We caught the outlaws and them back to jail Sent for the County and would not post a bail Sent 'em up the ha! That sure cleaned up the town I was elected Sheriff and the Mayor asked me I now own the stage line, and half the rest of town I go to on Sunday, I think I've settled down
Now I ride shotgun on his stage I shotgun on his life I shotgun on his money I shotgun on his wife
I ride shotgun on his stage I ride on his life I ride on his money I shotgun on his wife Shotgun rider, shotgun rider
Gonna 'em out, don't get in my way