We're Proud To Call Him Son Lyrics - Harlan Howard

He's an all American boy mama's pride and papa's joy 

Paper waddin' all the girls tiein' knots in sister's curles 

BB gunnin' passers by with a twinkle in his eye 

He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son 

He pushed grandma down the stairs and he knelt and said his prayers 

And he blessed us one and all and set fire to the hall 

While the fireman fought the fire our boy punctured all their tires 

He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son 

[ piano ] 

We went fishin' me and him and he knew I couldn't swim 

So this playfull little lad liked to drown his lovin' dad 

Nearly cought my death of cold but his mother said don't scold 

He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son 

Well he poisoned grandma's tea now she lies in agony 

Made his mother kind of ex't she says what will he do next 

When he shot the neighbor's goats we agreed that's wild oats 

He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son 

[ guitar ] 

Now they took our boy away and we miss him more each day 

For our life's adored and tame since the paddy wagon came 

We sit and stare in vain through each broken window pane 

He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son