Put up your shot gun Papa

Everything is gonna be all right

All right, all right, all right

Put up your shot gun Papa

Everything is gonna be all right

All right, all right, all right

Here come the preacher

There's gonna be a weddin' tonight

All right, all right



I'm not gonna try to run

I know it ain't no use

So you can tell your brothers

To turn me loose



Put up your shot gun Papa

Everything is gonna be all right

All right, all right, all right

Here comes the preacher

There's gonna be a weddin' here tonight

All right, all right

All ri-i-ight (all right), ahh... yeah-yeah



I didn't want to marry

But now I'll tie the knot

'Cause somethin' made me realise

What I really got

Drop your shot gun Daddy

You don't have to worry 'bout a thing

No-no, not a thing, no-no

Here come the preacher

Your little girl will get her weddin' ring

All right, all right, a-a-a-all right



Put up your shot gun Papa

Everything is gonna be all right

Put up your shot gun Papa

Everything is gonna be all right

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Everything is gonna be a-a-a-a-a-all right