There is sand in the corner
with a barrel so straight
I looked out the window and over the gate
The big, fat rabbits are a
Away to lay here my old shotgun blast
Shotgun boogie, I done saw your tracks
might I cock my hammer back
you can see them in the dark
they crack and they fight
I'll be on that ridge before daylight
Tonight you'll be in the pot
Well, met a pretty gal, she was tall and thin
I asked her what she had,
and said, boy, this is long
So we headed for the brush
Shotgun boogie, boy, the feathers flew
when she draws a bead on you
I sit down on a log hooker on my lap
She said, oh, wait a minute,
bud, you got to see my pap
He's got a sixteen -gauge
He's old like a man that's
Shotgun boogie, draws a bead so fine
He said, no brush hunter's
He cocked back the hammer
And when the gun went off,
Shotgun boogie, I wanted wedding bells
I'll be back, little girl,
when your pappy runs out of shells