Harlan Howard We`re Proud To Call Him Son Lyrics

We`re Proud To Call Him Son Lyrics

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 our farmin' caught the fire our boy conquered all the tires

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

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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 she 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

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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