Meet, conceive and marry
True love's a shotgun wedding
There's no time to fool around
Because you have no choices now
Flowers in the backyard
With the family gathered round
True love's a shotgun wedding
You can't plan it out
Perhaps if it was passion
With the layman writing vows
It's the right thing, boy
Put that ring around her finger
And don't you stop to worry
That the feeling won't linger
Light yourself a cigarette
While writing invitations
She knows this matrimony
Won't meet child expectations
You lay a hand upon her belly
Mama said "don't fool around"
True love's a shotgun wedding
And you can't plan it out