Lyrics:

Mitchell
Put up your shotgun Papa, everything is gonna be all right.
Put up your shotgun Papa, everything is gonna be all right.
Here comes the preacher, there's gonna be a wedding here tonight...
I ain't gonna run, I know it ain't no use,
So you can tell your brothers to turn me lose.
Put up your shotgun Papa, everything is gonna be all right.
Here comes the preacher, there's gonna be a wedding here tonight.
I didn't wanna marry, but know we've tied the knot,
'Cause something made me realise what I really got.
Put up your shotgun Papa, everything is gonna be all right.
Here comes the preacher, there's gonna be a wedding here tonight...
Put up your shotgun Papa, everything is gonna be all right.
Here comes the preacher, there's gonna be a wedding here tonight...
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