Son Of A Gun

He came in hot on two wheels, but she beat him to the gate

Batshit blondes and Winstons, they were always on his plate

Gas and matches shouldn't mix, but she was showing by July

So blame the fire of 1994 that I'm

Sweet fruit from the tree

Hemlock on the tongue

Raised from some roots that I can't outrun

My mama's blue ribbon

My daddy's first song

I'm a son of a bitch and the son of a gun

She covered me in sequin gowns, my teeth in Vaseline

He sank 'em in to Jennings Jones and rebuilt panhead grease

Bad seeds get sown, black sheep, they roam by fortune or mistake

Tell me, baby, do you like the way it tastes?

Sweet fruit from the tree

Hemlock on the tongue

Raised from some roots that I can't outrun

My mama's blue ribbon

My daddy's first song

I'm a son of a bitch and the son of a gun

Baby sister of a brick house

Midnight lover of a man so fine

Trying to make my 'Nita proud

If you don't like it you can suck on my

Sweet fruit from the tree

Hemlock on the tongue

Raised from some roots that I can't outrun

My mama's blue ribbon

My daddy's first song

I'm a son of a bitch and the son of a gun

I'm a son of a bitch and the son of a gun