| There it stands in the corner with the barrel so straight
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| I looked out the window and over the gate
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| The big, fat rabbits are a-jumpin' in the grass
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| Wait’ll they hear my old shotgun blast
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| Shotgun Boogie, I done saw your tracks
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| Look out Mr. Rabbit when I cock my hammer back
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| Well, over on the ridge is a scaly bark
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| Hick’ry nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark
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| The big fat squirrels they scratch and they bite
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| I’ll be on that ridge before daylight
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| Shotgun Boogie, all I need is one shot
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| Look out bushy tail, tonight you’ll be in the pot
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| Well, I met a pretty gal, she was tall and thin
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| I asked her what she had, she said: «A Fox Four-Ten»
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| I looked her up and down and said: «Boy, this is love»
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| So we headed for the brush to shoot a big fat dove
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| Shotgun Boogie, boy the feathers flew
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| Look out Mister Dove when she draws a bead on you
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| I sat down on a log, took her on my lap
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| She said, «Wait a minute, bub, you got to see my Pap
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| He’s got a sixteen-gauge choked down like a rifle
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| He don’t like a man that’s a-gonna trifle»
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| Shotgun Boogie, draws a bead so fine
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| Look out big boy, he’s loaded all the time
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| Well, I called on her Pap like a gentleman oughta
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| He said: «No brush hunter’s gonna get my daughter»
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| He cocked back the hammer right on the spot
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| When the gun went off, I outran the shot
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| Shotgun Boogie, I wanted wedding bells
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| I’ll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells |