Shotgun
Your baby's got one
Trouble, love trouble, love trouble, love that trouble

Pump-action Mr. Jackson
I was cocked and loaded
Woke up in the morning
Both my barrels smokin'
Buckshot, salt rock, and climbing up a ladder
Windowsills and doctor bills
And she keeps getting fatter

You in trouble boy
You better run
Here comes your woman with a shotgun

Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
Trouble, love trouble, love trouble, love that trouble

Got a plastic West Virginia truck stop cowboy hat
You cannot buy true love, but you can shoot its ass
Pawn shop, package deal, and shotgun in the rain
Pink eyes, hot rice, and let the angels sing

You in trouble boy
You better run
Here comes your woman with a shotgun