There was a man who owned a of town Approached me in his own saloon and "Hey boy, sit down" Was I unemployed or would I a job? He said he owned the line There men who liked 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 on his stage line I ride shotgun on his I ride shotgun on his I ride shotgun on his Shotgun rider, shotgun
There were outlaws who on the trail For the stagecoach daily run with payrolls and the They spied our dust and saddled up to They saw the driver with me sittin' at his side circled 'round the stagecoach, it was their daily 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 shotgun on his I ride shotgun on his Shotgun rider, rider
We caught the outlaws and took them back to Sent for the County and would not post a bail Sent 'em up the river ha! That sure cleaned up the I was elected and the Mayor asked me down I now own half the stage line, and the rest of town I go to church on Sunday, I I've settled down
Now I ride on his stage line I ride on his life I ride shotgun on his I ride shotgun on his
I ride shotgun on his stage I ride on his life I ride shotgun on his I shotgun on his wife Shotgun rider, shotgun shot
Gonna shoot 'em out, get in my way