Shotgun - Southern Culture On The Skids

Shotgun

Your baby’s got one

Trouble, love trouble, love trouble, love that trouble

Pump-action Mr. Jackson

I was cocked and loaded

Woke up in the morning

Both my barrels smokin'

Buckshot, salt rock, and climbing up a ladder

Windowsills and doctor bills

And she keeps getting fatter

You in trouble boy

You better run

Here comes your woman with a shotgun

Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun

Trouble, love trouble, love trouble, love that trouble

Got a plastic West Virginia truck stop cowboy hat

You cannot buy true love, but you can shoot its ass

Pawn shop, package deal, and shotgun in the rain

Pink eyes, hot rice, and let the angels sing

You in trouble boy

You better run

Here comes your woman with a shotgun

Shotgun!

You in trouble boy

You better run

Here comes your woman with a shotgun

Shotgun!

Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun

Trouble, love trouble, love trouble, love that trouble

Aw, I didn’t mean nothing by that

Why she wanna go around and shoot that thing?

Oh, it’s that six-pack family planning