Yes, I said, go bring me my shotgun   Oh, bring me back some shells   Yes, I said, go bring me my shotgun   Oh, bring me back a pocket full of shells      Yes, if I don't get some competition   You know there's gonna be trouble here      Yes, you know my woman tried to quit me   When I ain't done nothin' wrong   She done put me out of doors   But I even ain't got no home as it goes      Bring me my shotgun   Oh Lord, and a pocket full of shells   Yes, if I don't get some competition   You know there's gotta be trouble here      Yes, you know that my momma told me   The day that I left the door   She said, ?I ain't gonna have bad luck, son   And I don't care where you go?      Just bring me my shotgun   Boy, you can bring just one or two shells   Yes, if I don't get some competition   You know there's gotta be trouble here      I'm gonna play it just a minute right now      Well, I cried, ?Bye-bye, baby   You know you done me wrong?   I'm gonna take my little shotgun now   And I'm gonna carry it back home      I said one in the morning   I'm gonna carry my shotgun home   Yes, I figure the best thing I can do   Why did I leave that woman alone?