Lyrics:

Mitchell

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