Son of a Gun Songtext
von Lee Hazlewood

It hurts to be told when you′re not very old
That you're an outlaw′s son
And the older you get they won't let you forget
That you're the son of a gun a bad bad gun you son of a gun
And then you′ll meet someone so sweet and she says her heart you′ve won
But her old dad get's awfuly mad
She′ll marry no son of a gun a bad bad gun the son of a gun
One day her dad must face a bad a bad outlaw with a gun
You're quick on the draw and you saved her pa
You no good son of a gun a bad bad gun you son of a gun
Now everyone who is someone smiles at the outlaw′s son
You're one of the crowd her dad′s so proud
She'll marry the son of a gun a bad bad gun the son of a gun
She'll marry the son of a gun
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(Sleepy Gilloreeth is prob′ly the best dressed man in Trouble
In fact there ain′t no probably's he is
Sleepy′s our undertaker he's a quite little man he don′t bother any of us
Every day at twelve noon you can set your watch by it that's if you got one
Sleepy takes a walk down the main street of Trouble
He says howdy and never smiles
That is unless he sees one of the old folks lookin′ kinda pale
Now every day when Sleepy takes his walk
He'll take a few steps and turn and look over his right shoulder
Now he does this so he can keep an eye on his assistant
A full blooded Indian name of Charlie Flood
And Sleepy makes Charlie take a walk with him every day
Cause if he didn't Charlie′d sneak back and drink up all the embalmin′ fluid
And Charlie Flood's drinkin′ is bout the only worry that Sleepy Gilloreeth has
Cause he knows we'll all be giving him a little business sooner or later)