Shotgun Rider
Bachman-Turner Overdrive Lyrics


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 stage line 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 stage line
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

They spied our dust, and saddled up to ride
They saw the worried driver with me sittin' at his side

So they circled 'round the stagecoach it was their daily fun
Until they saw the driver smile and spied my trusty gun

We caught the outlaws and took them back to jail
Sent for the county marshal and would not post a bail

Sent 'em up the river.
That sure cleaned up the town
I was elected sheriff.
The mayor asked me down

I now own half the stage line and half the rest of town
I go to chuch on Sunday.
I think I've settled down

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Written by: RANDY BACHMAN

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Luiz Lourenço

There was a man who owned a part of town
Approached me in his old saloon and said, "hey boy, sit down"

"Was I unemployed or would I like a job"
He said he owned the stageline, and were men who liked to rob

He offered me his daughter's hand, advance of salary
A fancy gun, a pair of boots, 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

There were outlaws who waited on the trail
For the stagecoach daily run with payrolls and the mail

They spied our dust and saddled up to ride
They saw the worried driver with me sittin' at his side

They circled 'round the stagecoach, it was their daily fun
Until they saw the driver smile and spied my trusty gun

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

We caught the outlaws and took them back to jail
Sent for the county marshall and would not post a bail

Sent 'em up the river.... ha!... that sure cleaned up the town
I was elected sheriff and the mayor asked me down

I now own half the stageline, and half the rest of town
I go to church on Sunday... I think I've settled down

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

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...shot

Gonna shoot 'em out... don't get in my way



All comments from YouTube:

drprogensteinphp

I haven't heard this in a long time. One of the last good albums by BTO...before Randy's Ironhorse and Union. Thanks for sharing...good job on the images :)

Classic Rock MIA

Thanks! I luv this song. lol

Adam Holtz

Fantastic rocker !!! BTO still rules !!! Check out , " Doesn't Matter Where Or When , " an original rocking song and video on my site . Thanks , Adam Holtz

Allie Mae

Great visuals to go with a classic song, thanks!

Curtis Holland

What an absolutely cool video! Very fitting I believe. I've always liked this song.

Luiz Lourenço

There was a man who owned a part of town
Approached me in his old saloon and said, "hey boy, sit down"

"Was I unemployed or would I like a job"
He said he owned the stageline, and were men who liked to rob

He offered me his daughter's hand, advance of salary
A fancy gun, a pair of boots, 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

There were outlaws who waited on the trail
For the stagecoach daily run with payrolls and the mail

They spied our dust and saddled up to ride
They saw the worried driver with me sittin' at his side

They circled 'round the stagecoach, it was their daily fun
Until they saw the driver smile and spied my trusty gun

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

We caught the outlaws and took them back to jail
Sent for the county marshall and would not post a bail

Sent 'em up the river.... ha!... that sure cleaned up the town
I was elected sheriff and the mayor asked me down

I now own half the stageline, and half the rest of town
I go to church on Sunday... I think I've settled down

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

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...shot

Gonna shoot 'em out... don't get in my way

William Luck

Excellent all round - now I wanna saddle up and ride!

Charles Phillip's

Killer tune then and now. Play on radio

Otto Greenleaf

Classic Rock MIA: thanks for posting. Great song. Happy Birthday today(September 27) to Randy Bachman. Cheers!

Edward Flasch

Randy(Bachman),I believe said on his CBC show Vinyl Tap this song was actually a hit in Idaho.

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