Son of a Gun

Woke up early head in a crick

A little crumb of something wouldn't hurt me a lick

I lifted up my blisters and went on my way

Thought about Mama on her dying day

I got a nickel after trading a song

Another run of luck's bound to come along

Evenings getting closer but it ain't up yet

I'll catch a shooting star like a fish in a net

I'm just a son of, a son of a gun (Looking for a home)

Looking for a home where the west was won

Waiting on a train where the river runs (Waiting on a train)

I'm just a son of, a son of, a son of a gun

The heat burned my shoulders in the noon day sun

Started out walking and I prayed some

Hoping for shelter when the night went to shade

I'd bet on the weather but my hands been played

For a minute I thought I'd go insane

I covered up my neck in the cold rain

Hunkered down low under a bridge

The voice in my belly is my only friend

I'm just a son of, a son of a gun (Looking for a home)

Looking for a home where the west was won

Waiting on a train where the river runs (Waiting on a train)

I'm just a son of, a son of, a son of a gun

A son of, a son of a gun

A son of, a son of a gun

I'm just a son of, a son of a gun

Looking for a home where the west was won

Waiting on a train where the river runs

I'm a son of, a son of, a son of a gun

A son of, a son of a gun

Son