There was a man who owned a of town Approached me in his own and said "Hey boy, sit down" Was I unemployed or would I like a He he owned 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 shotgun on his stage 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 daily run with payrolls and the mail They our dust and saddled up to ride They saw the worried driver with me at his side They circled 'round the stagecoach, it was daily fun Until they saw the driver and spied my trusty gun
Now I ride on his stage line I ride on his life I ride on his money 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 stage line, and half the of town I go to church on Sunday, I I've settled down
Now I shotgun on his stage line I ride on his life I ride shotgun on his I ride on his wife
I ride on his stage line I shotgun on his life I shotgun on his money I shotgun on his wife Shotgun rider, shotgun rider
shoot 'em out, don't get in my way