Son of a Gun
Son of a gun
Wake up this morning
Just laying there in bed
The sun came thru the window
Pulls the sheet over my head
Don’t have a job again
The factory close the doors
We all lose our wages since
George bush start those stupid wars
Now he is in Texas
A triple billionaire
And my bills are piling up
But what the hell does he care
Ran out of coffee, this morning
Just my dumb luck
Maybe will go to McDonalds
And get a coffee for a buck
Then my girl friend calls me
And my stress just went away
When ever I hear her voice
It always bring sunshine to my day
And I wonder why she never
Take her love and run
Then I said to my self
You’re one lucky son of a gun
Call the record company
Ask if they got my demo
The girl on the phone says, no
No kindness in her voice just plain, no
I think she was very rude
Maybe she’s having a bad day
Some times you’re in a good mood
And someone just takes away
So I went in to Bips deli
Going to play some quick draw
Went in with a twenty
And was broke when I walk out the door
Use the .ATM in ShopRite
Got some ice cream French vanilla
Going to watch the twilight movie
I like to see that girl Bella
Then my girl friend
Surprise me and came over
Now we are having ice cream
And watching twilight under the cover
And I wonder why she never
Take her love and run
Then I said to my self
You’re one lucky son of a gun
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