| John Jones, you son of a gun
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| John Jones, you son of a gun
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| You take my woman, you make me run
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| You make my friends all laugh at me
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| John Jones, you son of a gun
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| John Jones, you son of a gun
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| You call yourself a big big man
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| Still you try to kill my hand
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| John Jones, you son of a gun
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| John Jones, you son of a gun
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| And I don’t like a man who tries to mess with me
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| And I don’t like a man who tries to kill my hand
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| John Jones, you son of a gun
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| John Jones, you’re the son of a gun
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| And I don’t like a man who tries to mess with me
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| And I don’t like a man who tries to kill my hand
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| John Jones, you son of a gun
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| John Jones, you son of a gun
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| John Jones, you son of a gun
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| John Jones, you son of a gun
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| The son of a gun |