Son Of A Gun Lyrics - Dad

He laid face down 

In the desert sand 

Clutching a sixgun 

In his hand 

And me & Maria went to watch him die. 

Suddenly the raised and said: 

Help me now, or I shoot you dead!. 

- I got an arrow in my back 

And it aches as hell!! 

So we jumped on down in the yellow sand 

Started helping this gunfighting man 

He was six feet tall`n`four feet wide 

And the wagon tipped from side to side 

Driving into the red, red sun 

Poor mule he could hardly run 

I turned my head to Maria 

And she turned her head to mine: 

And we knew... 

What he was going to do 

He was going to shoo-oo-oy 

His whole way through 

And his name was on the pistol 

- And he was son of a gun!! 

As we went driving into town 

We saw these posters all around 

There was a big reward upon his head 

'Cause the Marshall wanted to see 

him dead... 

As we talked about this gunfighting man 

We saw the steel in his hand: 

Now folks I want to see you run! 

To the rhythm of my gun!! 

And we knew... 

Well I was saved & I was glad 

Thanks to my old stetson hat® 

It went through the top 

Only leaving a spot 

It was fabricated by an Indian bud 

Who did not now that he was hot 

Hanging on the posters everywhere... 

So I took one step back 

And tipped my hat 

And looked him in his eyes 

Aom shit he was telling me the 

Dirtiest lies 

I had no time to get away 

I was trapped in the USA 

C`mon Maria, let`s get out of his war... 

And we knew... 

And we knew... 

Dow! Flam bam! Pow! Bow!