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