Shotgun
Shotgun
Shotgun

Shotgun
Your baby's got one

Trouble loves
Trouble loves
Trouble loves that trouble

Pump action Mr. Jackson
I was cocked and loaded
Woke up in the morning
Both my barrels smoking

Buck shot salt rock
I'm climbing up a ladder
Window sills and doctor bills
And she keeps getting fatter

You're in trouble boy
You better run
Here comes your woman
With a shotgun

Shotgun
Shotgun
Shotgun

Shotgun
Your baby's got one

Trouble loves
Trouble loves
Trouble loves that trouble

Got a funky West Virginia
Truck stop cowboy hat
You cannot buy true love
But you can shoot its ass

Pawn shop package deal
A shotgun and a ring
Pink ice, hock the rice,
and let the angels sing

You're in trouble boy
You better run
Here comes your woman
With a shotgun

Shotgun!

You're in trouble boy
You better run
Here comes your woman
With a shotgun

Shotgun
Shotgun
Shotgun

Shotgun
Your baby's got one

Trouble loves
Trouble loves
Trouble loves that trouble

Awww, I didn't mean nothing by that
Must be that six-pack family planning

Copyright: Abkco Music Inc.
Writer(s): Richard Miller