Shotgun hours   Like 50 below      Shotgun hours   Chances you take      The rabbit turns rose   You've been born with a thousand things on your mind       Shotgun hours   Held in your hands      Shotgun hours   Pushing the point between the muscle and skin       And like a good friend I nevr know what to say Still claw on the lock on the door   And still look at the sky reachin for the shotgun    Still pound on the lock on the door   And still I look at the sky   And don't know what I'm looking for