Tennessee Shotgun

I walked into a bar down in Tennessee

And a pretty little girl walked up to me

(She said, hi handsome, you’re new in town)

I sat down at a table and ordered a beer

She started running her fingers through my hair

(I’m getting ideas I think she’s already got)

I ordered a double shot of Tennessee shine

I figured one of those and she’d be mine

(Boy was I mistaken, she could drink a quart)

Now the door flew open and there stood a mountain man

A double barreled shotgun in his hand

(He said where’s my wife, he looked straight at me)

He raised the gun and I hit the floor

Just in time to hear both barrels roar

(I came up a running straight for the door)

He slipped two more shells into that gun

As I passed him on the run

(He said you’re in trouble, boy. I said yes sir)

I got to my car on shaking knees

I fumbled around to find my keys

(He yelled, you’re in a heap of trouble, boy and shot out windshield)

I got the engine started and popped the clutch

I left him standing in a cloud of dust

(I heard that gun again but I was moving)

I got down the road a couple of mines

I decided Tennessee just wasn’t my style

(There’s a car behind with a red light on)

I pulled off the road and heaved a sigh

And the sheriff walked up with an evil eye

(He said you’re in a heap of trouble boy, I said yes sir, but)