Bachman–Turner Overdrive - Shotgun Rider lyrics
[Bachman–Turner Overdrive - Shotgun Rider lyrics]
There was a man who owned a part of town
Approached me in his own saloon
And said, "hey boy, sit down"
"Was I unemployed or would I like a job"
He said he owned the stageline
And were men who liked to rob
He offered me his daughter's hand
Advance of salary
A fancy gun, a pair of boots
A share in the company
Now I ride shotgun on his stageline
I ride shotgun on his life
I ride shotgun on his money
I ride shotgun on his wife
Shotgun rider shotgun rider
There were outlaws who waited on the trail
For the stagecoach daily run with
Payrolls and the mail
They spied our dust and saddled up to ride
They saw the worried driver with
Me sittin' at his side
They circled 'round the stagecoach
It was their daily fun
Until they saw the driver smile
And spied my trusty gun
Now I ride shotgun on his stageline
I ride shotgun on his life
I ride shotgun on his money
I ride shotgun on his wife
Shotgun rider shotgun rider
We caught the outlaws and took
Them back to jail
Sent for the county marshall and
Would not post a bail
Sent 'em up the river ha! that
Sure cleaned up the town
I was elected sheriff and the
Mayor asked me down
I now own half the stageline
And half the rest of town
I go to church on Sunday
I think I've settled down
Now I ride shotgun on his stageline
I ride shotgun on his life
I ride shotgun on his money
I ride shotgun on his wife
I ride shotgun on his stageline
I ride shotgun on his life
I ride shotgun on his money
I ride shotgun on his wife
Shotgun rider shotgun rider shot
Gonna shoot 'em out don't get in my way
Approached me in his own saloon
And said, "hey boy, sit down"
"Was I unemployed or would I like a job"
He said he owned the stageline
And were men who liked to rob
He offered me his daughter's hand
Advance of salary
A fancy gun, a pair of boots
A share in the company
Now I ride shotgun on his stageline
I ride shotgun on his life
I ride shotgun on his money
I ride shotgun on his wife
Shotgun rider shotgun rider
There were outlaws who waited on the trail
For the stagecoach daily run with
Payrolls and the mail
They spied our dust and saddled up to ride
They saw the worried driver with
Me sittin' at his side
They circled 'round the stagecoach
It was their daily fun
Until they saw the driver smile
And spied my trusty gun
Now I ride shotgun on his stageline
I ride shotgun on his life
I ride shotgun on his money
I ride shotgun on his wife
Shotgun rider shotgun rider
We caught the outlaws and took
Them back to jail
Sent for the county marshall and
Would not post a bail
Sent 'em up the river ha! that
Sure cleaned up the town
I was elected sheriff and the
Mayor asked me down
I now own half the stageline
And half the rest of town
I go to church on Sunday
I think I've settled down
Now I ride shotgun on his stageline
I ride shotgun on his life
I ride shotgun on his money
I ride shotgun on his wife
I ride shotgun on his stageline
I ride shotgun on his life
I ride shotgun on his money
I ride shotgun on his wife
Shotgun rider shotgun rider shot
Gonna shoot 'em out don't get in my way