Oh bring me my shotgun
Bring me back some shells
Why don't you just bring me my shotgun
Bring me back a pocket full of shells
Well you know if I don't
Get myself a little competition
You know there's gonna be
Some trouble 'round here

Well you know my mama told me, she said
You gonna have bad luck, son
Don't care where you go
So why don't 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 can't stand it for very long