Ridin' alone on his horse
Knowing somebody will follow
And wherever he might wander
I'd saving 'bout his wonder head
But will he face the bullit fight
Ridin' alone on his horse

He never accepted the law
Just the point of a gun
Was the only law he understood
Little Rutman-bullets
Was the answer to what's bad and good
He never accepted the law

Shotguns
His whole entire life depends on shotguns
They never move an inch off from his side

Shotguns
His whole entire life depends on shotguns
Where would he be without his shooting shotguns
He surely wouldn't live another day
All the shotguns are following his way

Facing the angel of death
Isn't an easy thing
But for him there will be no return
All he has to do is pulling first
But he doesn't have to learn
Facing the angel of death

Drawing the fast in the West
Means a hard and always running life
And all the time being on your guard
Search your mortal enemy
To shoot a bullet through his heart

Shotguns
His whole entire life depends on shotguns
They never move an inch off from his side

Shotguns
His whole entire life depends on shotguns
Where would he be without his shooting shotguns
He surely wouldn't live another day
All the shotguns are following his way

Shotguns
His whole entire life depends on shotguns
They never move an inch off from his side

Shotguns
His whole entire life depends on shotguns
Where would he be without his shooting shotguns
He surely wouldn't live another day
All the shotguns are following his way

Shotguns
His whole entire life depends on shotguns
They never move an inch off from his side

Shotguns
His whole entire life depends on shotguns
Where would he be without his shooting shotguns
He surely wouldn't live another day
All the shotguns are following
Shotguns are following
Shotguns are following his way!