Lyrics

I'm a guy that likes his fun And when I fight, you'd better run I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun I'm goin' down in a middle of town I'm goin' to shoot the first man down I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun My skin is hot as leather I'm as tough as any man When I have to shave myself, I use an old tin can I wash my face in boilin' wax and scrub myself with gunny sacks I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun Well, I was raised on tiger's milk I drink corn liquor and I smoke corn silk I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun I chew up tin and I spit out nails I sleep on snakes with ten-foot tails I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun I started feelin' frisky And I danced the other night I fell so good, I took my gun and shot out ev'ry light And now the Sheriff said, get out off town Take him six feet underground I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun I throwed my saddle on a grizzly bear Then I crawled bare-handed in his mountain lair I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun I cut my hair on a choppin' block And when I chopped, the mountains rocked I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun I tangled with a wild cat, just to prove that I was stout Reached down his throat and grabbed his tail, then turned him inside out Where I was raised, it's so darn tough I had to leave, it got so rough I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun Well, I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun
Writer(s): J. Venneri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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