Son of a Gun Songtext
von Black Oak Arkansas

Some say I′m a no account
Back where I come from
I ain't good for nothin′
Except just to run
But all I got to say
To the likes of them
I'm tired of workin'
For the other man

I want to see the world
I want to love the girl
And I want to do what ain′t been done
On account I′m a son of a gun


I wrote my first song
On a half mile row
Where I learned down on the farm
How everythin' goes
I′ve been the backbone
Of the workin' man′s grief
Now I just want to whoop it up, yeah
And get some relief

I want to see the world
I want to love the girl
And I want to do what ain't been done
On account I′m a son of a gun

Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

Some say I'm shiftless
Back where I come from
They don't like to see me
When I′m a having fun
But why should I settle down
When I′m feelin' so young
The time of my life
Has just now begun

I want to see the world
I want to love the girl
And I kinda think it′s time to switch
On account I'm a son of ...


Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun