Son Of A Gun Songtext
von Ben Mitchell

Oooh, that′s right
Oooh, that's nice

You′re sitting in the sun with a beer in your hand
Taking one day off from Working Man
Nobody knows everything you've done
But everyone calls you a Son of a Gun

Oooh, that's right
Oooh, that′s nice

Standing in the place where you always have
Mindin′ your business that is that
People think it's easy, well at least some
But everyone calls you a Son of a Gun


Oooh, that′s right
Oooh, that's nice

Oooh, that′s right
Oooh, that's nice

Walking to the rhythm of your own heart
Ready for whatever′s about to start
Feelin' like a honky tonk kind of one
But everyone calls you a Son of a Gun

Oooh, that's right
Oooh, that′s nice
Oooh, that′s right
Oooh, that's nice
Oooh, that′s right
Oooh, that's nice