Son of a Gump

Billy Kane was the sharpest of the lot
And he knew that he was in a tight spot
Cursed by the heavens
He was just, the son of a gump

Oh momma momma you always said
Your father is no more than a bag of clay
But It came as a surprise
When he became, the victim of the white blade

His poppa in a fit of rage
Killed a man, and stumbled away
So much father and son look alike
That Billy Kane was wrongly blamed

Oh, I just wanna know
God, how could you let me die this way
It's just my luck I guess
Oh lord why why
Why I had to be, the son of a gump

Billy Kane knew his time had come
When he saw the cops heading his way
And the color of his skin wouldn't help him run away

He faced the gun, he faced his fate, he saw the rage
So he lifted his arms in a harmless way
Heard the shots, oh god, I'm slipping away

Oh, I just wanna know
God, how could you let me die this way
It's just my luck I guess
Oh lord why why
Why I had to be, the son of a gump

Wicked luck, wicked gods, wicked game
When your cards are dealt by a cruel fate
When you are nothing but a son of a gump

Wicked luck, wicked gods, wicked game
When your cards are dealt by a cruel fate
Oh lord why I had to be
Why I had to be
Why I had to be the son
Of a gump



Credits
Writer(s): Varian Villanueva
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