Lyrics:

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