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