There it [C] stands in the corner with the barrel so straight
I looked out the window and over the gate
The [F] big, fat rabbits are a-jumpin' in the grass
[C] Wait'll they hear my old shotgun blast (*)
Shot-[F] gun Boogie (* * * *) I done saw your [C] tracks ...
Look [G] out Mr. Rabbit when I [G7] c*** my hammer [C] back.
Well, over on the ridge is a (*scaley bark)
Hick'er nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark
The big fat Squirrels they scratch and they b***
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 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 c***ed 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.
I looked out the window and over the gate
The [F] big, fat rabbits are a-jumpin' in the grass
[C] Wait'll they hear my old shotgun blast (*)
Shot-[F] gun Boogie (* * * *) I done saw your [C] tracks ...
Look [G] out Mr. Rabbit when I [G7] c*** my hammer [C] back.
Well, over on the ridge is a (*scaley bark)
Hick'er nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark
The big fat Squirrels they scratch and they b***
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 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 c***ed 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.