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.