My pleasure, I love them old CLASSIC COUNTRY/WESTERN songs.... SHOT-GUN BOOGIE Words and music by Ernest J. "Tennessee Ernie" Ford, ©1951. There it stands in the corner with the barrel so straight. I looked out the window and over the gate. The big fat rabbits are a-jumpin' in the grass. Wait'll they hear my old shot-gun blast. (*) Shot-gun boogie (* * * *) I done saw your tracks. Look out, Mr. Rabbit, when I cock my hammer back. Well, over on the ridge is a scaly bark, Hick'ry nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark. The big fat squirrels they scratch and they bite. I'll be on that ridge before daylight. (*) Shot-gun Boogie (* * * *) all I need is one shot. Look out, bushy tail. Tonight you'll be in the pot. Well, I met a pretty gal. She was tall and thin. I asked her what she had. She said, "A Fox 410." I looked her up and down and said, "Boy, this is love," So we headed for the brush to shoot a big fat dove. (*) Shot-gun Boogie (* * * *) boy, the feathers flew. Look out, Mr. Dove, when she draws a bead on you. I sat down on a log, took her on my lap. She said, "Wait a minute, Bub. You got to see my pap. He's got a 16-gauge choked down like a rifle. He don't like a man that's a-gonna trifle." (*) Shot-gun Boogie (* * * *) draws a bead so fine. Look out, big boy. He's loaded all the time. Well, I called on her pap like a gentleman oughter. He said, "No brush hunter's gonna get my daughter." He cocked back the hammer right on the spot. When the gun went off, I outran the shot. (*) Shot-gun boogie (* * * *) I wanted wedding bells. I'll be back, little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells.
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