Well I been a-ridin' shotgun on the Houston-Dallas stage
I got me a sawed-off hogleg
Twenty is the number gauge
I'd shoot anybody that would try
To stop this ride
A lot of outlaws tried it, a lot of outlaws died
Shotgun rider, Shotgun rider, Shotgun rider, Shotgun rider
I was sheriff down in Austin a long, long time ago
A hangin' judge was a-my best friend
And he never let a poor soul go
I left that town for a better job a-ridin' on this stage
Shootin' outlaws with this gun
Is how I won my fame