Son of a Gump

Billy Kane was the sharpest of the lot And he knew that he was in a tight spot Cursed by the heavens He was just, the son of a gump Oh momma momma you always said Your father is no more than a bag of clay But It came as a surprise When he became, the victim of the white blade His poppa in a fit of rage Killed a man, and stumbled away So much father and son look alike That Billy Kane was wrongly blamed Oh, I just wanna know God, how could you let me die this way It's just my luck I guess Oh lord why why Why I had to be, the son of a gump Billy Kane knew his time had come When he saw the cops heading his way And the color of his skin wouldn't help him run away He faced the gun, he faced his fate, he saw the rage So he lifted his arms in a harmless way Heard the shots, oh god, I'm slipping away Oh, I just wanna know God, how could you let me die this way It's just my luck I guess Oh lord why why Why I had to be, the son of a gump Wicked luck, wicked gods, wicked game When your cards are dealt by a cruel fate When you are nothing but a son of a gump Wicked luck, wicked gods, wicked game When your cards are dealt by a cruel fate Oh lord why I had to be Why I had to be Why I had to be the son Of a gump