BRING ME MY SHOTGUN
Oh bring me my shotgun, bring me back some shells,
Why dont you just bring me my shotgun,
Bring me back a pocket full of shells,
Well you know if I dont get myself a little competition,
You know theres gonna be some trouble round here.
Well you know my mama told me, she said,
You gonna have bad luck, son, dont care where you go,
So why dont you bring me my shotgun.
Early in the morning when the sun gonna rise,
She lets her rolling go moonshine bright,
In the morning bring me my shotgun,
Well I can stand in the mist for a while,
But I cant stand it for very long.
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