Son of a Gun

Well your a son of a gun on the weekend
But it's gonna catch up someday
You come home early in the morning
Smelling like cigarettes and Tanqueray
There are lines around your eyes
And there are lines that I read between
And when you crawl into bed I pretend like I'm still asleep

I don't mind your drinking
Or the music that you make
I don't mind, but I know your lying
when you say you won't be home too late
There are lines that we must follow
And there are lines that we must break
And when you crawl into bed, I ain't got nothing to say

Oohee
But sometimes your so good to me
You don't quit till the work is done
Your back's been painted by the heat of the sun
And baby you're a son of a gun when you want to be

So when you come home in the morning
And your body is all worn out
And I hold you in my arms
And taste the ashes in your mouth
And you gimme the same old lines
But I know them all by heart
So honey crawl into bed, baby let me play my part

Oohee
Sometimes you're so good to me
You don't quit till the work is done
Your back's been painted by the heat of the sun
And baby you're a son of a gun when you want to be

Oohee
I just wish that you could see
You dont cheat but you don't fight fair
Kids are crying, baby you don't care
You just sit on the couch and stare at the tv

We used to dream about running away
Now I'm pushing 30 like an old freight train
Swore I'd never leave you and I never thought that I'd want to

So pour another drink and let the record play
You can walk the line but can you walk away
You're a son of a gun but your the only one I can run to
Yea the lines are drawn but I'm tangled and caught up in you
Little death before dawn
Your a son of a gun when you want to be