Son of a Gun

I wonder why I even try
To put forth the effort
When all I do is end up cryin
It's your way or the highway
And that ain't no denying

It's no secret
You're a liar
Use me for your own game
To feed your fire
Your burning bridges
With no chance of survival

You can crawl back tomorrow
With puppy dog eyes and hat in hand
You say that things have changed
But everything stays the same
You're a no good
Two Timin
Redneck, Son of a Gun

Next page
Same ole thing
So tired of the BS
Can't catch a break
Living my own life
Starting today

You can crawl back tomorrow
With puppy dog eyes and hat in hand
You say that things have changed
But everything stays the same
You're a no good
Two Timin
Redneck, Son of a Gun

You're a no good
Two Timin
Redneck, Son of a Gun



Credits
Writer(s): Rebecca Bowen, Sam Woods
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