Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Son Of A Gun , by - Shelby Lynne. Song from the album I Can't Imagine, in the genre Американская музыкаRelease date: 03.05.2015
Record label: Concord, Rounder
Song language: English
Son Of A Gun |
| Woke up early head in a crick |
| A little crumb of something wouldn’t hurt me a lick |
| I lifted up my blisters went on my way |
| Thought about Mama on her dying day… |
| I got a nickel |
| After trading a song |
| Another run of luck’s bound to come along |
| Evenings getting closer |
| But it ain’t up yet |
| I’ll catch a shooting star |
| Like a fish in a net |
| I’m just a Son of a Son of a gun (looking for a home) |
| Looking for a home where the West was won |
| Waiting on a train where the river runs (waiting on a train) |
| I’m just a Son of |
| A Son of a Son of a gun |
| The heat burned my shoulders |
| In the noon day sun |
| Started out walkin |
| And I prayed some |
| Hoping for shelter |
| When the night went to shade |
| I’d bet on the weather |
| But my hands been played |
| For a minute I thought I’d go insane |
| I covered up my neck |
| In the cold rain |
| Hunkered down low |
| Under a bridge |
| The voice in my belly |
| Is my only friend |
| I’m just a Son of a Son of a Gun |
| Looking for a home where the West was won |
| Waiting on a train where the river runs |
| I’m just a Son of a Son of a Son of a Gun |
| Son of a Son of a Gun |
| Son of a Son of a Gun |