Lyrics Son of a Gun - OverTime, Austin Martin, WHO TF IS JUSTIN TIME?

Son of a Gun

Four wheels on the pavement
Ain’t nowhere to run
Got a pocket full of money and a loaded gun
If I can make it to the hills, we can load it up
Take em all to Montana where we saddle up
Lookin silly like Billy makin a killin
He’s really into that backwoods and moonshine
His uncle Jimmy was jacked up and done time
But left it all to him, all the way to the last dime
His Daddy told me his son was lost and on the run
Told him I would go and get em for the winter come
Loaded up in the pickup with my shotgun
Cause Billy really ain’t the kind you wanna run up on
I seen him swervin like he’s gone up off the bourbon
With a pistol out the window and his back wheels burnin
Now that’s the verdict, prefer to get him the furthest from the furnace that is
burnin makin all his pain turnin
I’m always sleepin with one eye shut
Outlaws on the run gotta sleep in the truck
Now I got no friends and I need no luck
I’m a roughneck man, and a son of a gun
When I hit the road runnin
You’ll never see me comin
Hell yes son, I done done it
Ooooh I’m a son of a gun
Rockin and I’m rollin
Ain’t no tellin where I’m goin
Smooth with the words like an old river flowin
Lifes a big gamble I ain’t never ever fold it
Keep a pistol on my waist and you know it’s fully loaded
Aye
Drinkin and I’m drivin swervin all on the road
While I’m smokin and I’m rappin cause it’s all that I know
I got a helluva story and it need to be told
So every night on the mic I just give em my soul
And now we rollin rebels only down I65
Now the sun a shinin bright it’s not a cloud in the sky
I got a full tank of gas and I’m ready to ride
With not a care in the world or a thought in my mind
I got my beard in the breeze and the wind on my knees
While I’m riding through the mountains and the creeks in the trees
Snake skins on my feet and a patch on my sleeve
Cause I’m proud to be alive in the land of the free
And I run it
Everything you’re doin, I’ve done done it
If you mess with one, we all comin
Stay locked and loaded and I’m gunnin
Now y’all runnin
Cause I’m comin
I’m always sleepin with one eye shut
Outlaws on the run gotta sleep in the truck
Now I got no friends and I need no luck
I’m a roughneck man, and a son of a gun
When I hit the road runnin
You’ll never see me comin
Hell yes son, I done done it
Ooooh I’m a son of a gun
I’m always sleepin with one eye shut
Outlaws on the run gotta sleep in the truck
Now I got no friends and I need no luck
I’m a roughneck man, and a son of a gun
When I hit the road runnin
You’ll never see me comin
Hell yes son, I done done it
Ooooh I’m a son of a gun