Son of a Gun

These faded jeans have seen some better days Under the sun, burnin' ablaze The bright day we met in the spring of one Tried to pull your heart strings just like pullin' a gun 'Cause my days are numbered, my days are done My daddy was a pistol and I'm just a son of a gun Save me some land there, 'cause I'm on my way Where there's no heartache, a simple place to stay 'Cause my days are numbered, my days are done My daddy was a pistol and I'm just a son of a gun It's not so bad here 'cause I ain't alone It's been a long road home Meet me where the tall grass grows and I'll pull you close Meet me where the tall grass grows and you'll know But my days are numbered, my days are done My daddy was a pistol and I'm just a son of a gun My daddy was a pistol and I'm just a son of a gun My daddy was a pistol and I'm just a son of a gun