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Shot-Gun Boogie (1996 Digital Remastered)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tennessee Ernie Ford
Tennessee Ernie Ford
Vocals
Billy Liebert
Billy Liebert
Piano
Cliffie Stone
Cliffie Stone
Bass
Cliffie Stone Orchestra
Cliffie Stone Orchestra
Orchestra
Eddie Kirk
Eddie Kirk
Rhythm Guitar
Harold Hensley
Harold Hensley
Fiddle
Jimmy Bryant
Jimmy Bryant
Lead Guitar
Roy Harte
Roy Harte
Drums
Speedy West
Speedy West
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernest J. Ford
Ernest J. Ford
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee Gillette
Lee Gillette
Producer
Odea Murphy
Odea Murphy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
There it stands in the corner with the barrel so straight
I looked out the winder and over the gate
The big fat rabbits are jumpin' in the grass
Wait till they hear my old shotgun blast
[Chorus]
Shotgun boogie, I done saw your track
Look out Mr. Rabbit when I cock my hammer back
[Verse 2]
Well, over on the ridge is a scaly bark
Hickory nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark
The big fat squirrels, they scratch and they fight
I'll be on that ridge before daylight
[Chorus]
With a shotgun boogie, all I need is one shot
Look out bushy-tails, tonight you'll be in the pot
[Verse 3]
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, said boy this is love
So we headed for the brush to shoot a big fat dove
[Chorus]
Shotgun boogie, boy the feathers flew
Look out Mr. Dove when she draws a bead on you
[Verse 4]
I sat down on a log, took her on my lap
She said wait a minute bud, 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
[Chorus]
Shotgun boogie, draws a bead so fine
Look out big boy, he's loaded all the time
[Verse 5]
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 outrun the shot
[Chorus]
Shotgun boogie, I wanted weddin' bells
I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells
Written by: Ernest J. Ford
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