Letra de Shotgun

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
Shotgun!
You in trouble boy
You better run
Here comes your woman with a shotgun
Shotgun!
Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
Trouble, love trouble, love trouble, love that trouble
Aw, I didn't mean nothing by that
Why she wanna go around and shoot that thing?
Oh, it's
that six-pack family planning