Once I was a gamblin' man
I kept my pistol by my hand
Got my work done by the light of the moon

Evil deeds made up my mind
I traded peace for troubled times
Wickedness and whiskey were my fuel
Oh but now I keep locked away

I might've hung up my shotgun
But I didn't put it up so high
That I can't reach up and get it back down, if you give me a reason why
Still got a few shells itchin' to see the light of day
Couple rounds of buck shot go a long, long way
Once I had a good run,
But I hung up my shotgun

No one lives that life too long
Just in time somebody came along
With her help, I just might save myself

Sometimes I wake up at night,
Dreams of fire burnin' bright
Pray that I don't ever lose control

And so now I keep locked away

I might've hung up my shotgun
But I didn't put it up so high
That I can't reach up and get it back down, if you give me a reason why
Still got a few shells itchin' to see the light of day
Couple rounds of buck shot go a long, long way
Once I had a good run,
But I hung up my shotgun

I might've hung up my shotgun
But I didn't put it up so high
That I can't reach up and get it back down, if you give me a reason why
Still got a few shells itchin' to see the light of day
Couple rounds of buck shot go a long, long way
Once I had a good run,
But I hung up my shotgun

Yeah I hung up my shotgun

Copyright: JOHNNY CHOPS MUSIC
Writer(s): JON RICHARDSON