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