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There was a man who owned a part of townApproached me in his saloon and asked me to sit downWas I unemployed or would I like a jobHe said he owned the stage line and there were men who liked to rob He offered me his daughter's hand, an advance of salaryA fancy gun, a pair of boots, and a share in the companyNow I ride shotgun on his stage lineI ride shotgun on his lifeI ride shotgun on his moneyI ride shotgun on his wifeShotgun rider, shotgun rider, shotgunThere were outlaws who waited on the trailFor the stagecoach daily run with payrolls and the mailThey spied our dust, and saddled up to rideThey saw the worried driver with me sittin' at his sideSo they circled 'round the stagecoach it was their daily funUntil they saw the driver smile and spied my trusty gunWe caught the outlaws and took them back to jailSent for the county marshal and would not post a bailLetras de cancionesSent 'em up the river. That sure cleaned up the townI was elected sheriff. The mayor asked me downI now own half the stage line and half the rest of townI go to chuch on Sunday. I think I've settled down From Letras Mania