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



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Arthur Herrera
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