D:a:d Son Of A Gun Lyrics

Son Of A Gun Lyrics

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 sixfeet 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 
- Coz` 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 rythm 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 sh*t 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... 

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And we knew... 

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