Bachman Turner Overdrive

There was a man who owned a part of town
Approached me in his saloon and asked me to sit down
Was I unemployed or would I like a job
He said he owned the stageline and there were men who liked to rob
He offered me his daughter's hand, an advance of salary
A fancy gun, a pair of boots, and a share in the company
Now I ride shotgun on his stageline
I ride shotgun on his life
I ride shotgun on his money
I ride shotgun on his wife
Shotgun rider, shotgun rider, shotgun
There were outlaws who waited on the trail
For the stagecoach daily run with payrolls and the mail