Yes, I said, go bring me my shotgun
Oh, bring me back some shells
Yes, I said, go bring me my shotgun
Oh, bring me back a pocket full of shellsYes, if I don't get some competition
You know there's gonna be trouble hereYes, you know my woman tried to quit me
When I ain't done nothin' wrong
She done put me out of doors
But I even ain't got no home as it goesBring me my shotgun
Oh Lord, and a pocket full of shells
Yes, if I don't get some competition
You know there's gotta be trouble hereYes, you know that my momma told me
The day that I left the door
She said, you gonna have bad luck, son
And I don't care where you goJust bring me my shotgun
Boy, you can bring just one or two shells
Yes, if I don't get some competition
You know there's gotta be trouble hereI'm gonna play it just a minute right nowWell, I cried, Bye-bye, baby
You know you done me wrong
I'm gonna take my little shotgun now
And I'm gonna carry it back homeI said one in the morning
I'm gonna carry my shotgun home
Yes, I figure the best thing I can do
Why did I leave that woman alone?