Ridin Shotgun – Letras de Who's Ridin' Shotgun?

(B. Herndon, S. Patterson)
My brocade vest holds my grandpas' watch,
his sixshooters on my hip.
Had just enough time at the last trail stop
to get myself a dip.
The sun is hot as a carcass rots
on the way to Santa Fe.
The coach is rough, and there's lots of dust,
driver find a way.
Chorus:
Who's ridin' shotgun?
He's a man that saves your life.
Who's ridin' shotgun?
A dead aim to end your strife.
If Billy the Kid or some ol' bandido,
tries to hold the stage;
Who's ridin' shotgun?
As the coach cuts through the sage.
There's gold in them-thar hills
I heard the old prospector say.
Left wife and child at home back east
took off to Cali forn i a.
As a refinded man, I know I can
make a way for them to come.
Headed out west may be right for me
but I know it ain't right for some.
Chorus
Instrumental
Now the coach is stopped, the drivers dead
took an arrow to the chest.
I wonder if I was in my right mind,
to want to head out west?
I crawled up top, my six-gun blazin'
drippin' sweat, I took the reigns.
My right-hand man sittin' at my side,
we crossed the sun-scorched plains.
Chorus
Instrumental fade