| Yes, I said, go bring me my shotgun | 
| Oh, bring me back some shells | 
| Yes, I said, go bring me my shotgun | 
| Oh, bring me back a pocket full of shells | 
| Yes, if I don’t get some competition | 
| You know there’s gonna be trouble here | 
| Yes, you know my woman tried to quit me | 
| When I ain’t done nothin' wrong | 
| She done put me out of doors | 
| But I even ain’t got no home as it goes | 
| Bring me my shotgun | 
| Oh Lord, and a pocket full of shells | 
| Yes, if I don’t get some competition | 
| You know there’s gotta be trouble here | 
| Yes, you know that my momma told me | 
| The day that I left the door | 
| She said, «I ain’t gonna have bad luck, son | 
| And I don’t care where you go» | 
| Just bring me my shotgun | 
| Boy, you can bring just one or two shells | 
| Yes, if I don’t get some competition | 
| You know there’s gotta be trouble here | 
| I’m gonna play it just a minute right now | 
| Well, I cried, «Bye-bye, baby | 
| You know you done me wrong» | 
| I’m gonna take my little shotgun now | 
| And I’m gonna carry it back home | 
| I said one in the morning | 
| I’m gonna carry my shotgun home | 
| Yes, I figure the best thing I can do | 
| Why did I leave that woman alone? |