| There was a man who owned a part of town
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| Approached me in his saloon and asked me to 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 there were men who liked to rob
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| He offered me his daughter’s hand, an advance of salary
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| A fancy gun, a pair of boots, and 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, shotgun
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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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| So 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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| We caught the outlaws and took them back to jail
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| Sent for the county marshal and would not post a bail
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| Sent 'em up the river. |
| That sure cleaned up the town
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| I was elected sheriff. |
| 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 chuch on Sunday. |
| I think I’ve settled down |