Shotgun Seat Lyrics by Dylan Marlowe
I loved her since I drove her off the lot
This ’97 Chevy, yeah, it’s barely got a dent
I know it’s probably gonna hurt a lot
But the given circumstances, it’s the only ship I’m in
I know that some might say that it’s irrational
But honestly, to me, yeah, it makes perfect sense
‘Cause if it ain’t there, I swear I can’t go back at all
And I ain’t tryna go back there again
Yeah, that’s why I’m sittin’ here with this
Buckshot loaded up, she’s gone, it sucks
I don’t wanna look to my right and see
An empty spot right there, bad day to be a chair
Sittin’ in a Silverado next to me
Yeah, I’m ’bout to send some double-ought through a memory
Yeah, I’m takin’ this shotgun to that shotgun seat
And one for every time I picked her up
And two for every time she swore she’d never let me go
And the rest of the box for leavin’ me with a rock
Yeah, my shoulder might hurt, but this broken heart won’t
Got a buckshot loaded up, she’s gone, it sucks
I don’t wanna look to my right and see
An empty spot right there, bad day to be a chair
Sittin’ in a Silverado next to me
Yeah, I’m ’bout to send some double-ought through a memory
Yeah, I’m takin’ this shotgun to that shotgun seat
Me and this truck won’t ever be the same
Got an empty 12-spack and a 12-gauge
Buckshot loaded up, she’s gone, it sucks
I don’t wanna look to my right and see
An empty spot right there, bad day to be a chair
Sittin’ in a Silverado next to me
Yeah, I’m ’bout to send some double-ought through a memory
Yeah, I’m takin’ this shotgun to that shotgun seat
