Son Of A Gun

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