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