[Verse 1] I rode outta Glasgow with a six-pack prayer, Leather boots, bad news, and uncombed hair. Preacher said “Boy, clean up your act.” I cleaned my shotgun, and never looked back. [Chorus] Shotgun wisdom, carved in lead, Lessons learned while duckin’ feds. Life’s a road with no seatbelt system, And I aim straight with shotgun wisdom. [Verse 2] Mama said “Don’t trust no man in denim,” Turns out she was talkin’ ‘bout me, God bless ‘er. Had a dream in a Texaco loo, That the Devil wears corduroy and drives a Subaru. [Chorus] Shotgun wisdom, loud and proud, Speak your truth, just not too loud. Preach it drunk, tattoo it with rhythm, Live and die by shotgun wisdom. [Bridge] This ain’t no metaphor, it’s buckshot truth, Etched in scars from my misspent youth. If life’s a fight, then hell — I’m the brawl, In double denim, shoulder to the law. [Final Chorus] Shotgun wisdom, don’t need a map, I got guts, regret, and a whisky cap. Ride till dawn, no algorithm, Just old school grit and shotgun wisdom.
