S.O.B.

Punchin', scratchin', cussin', bitin'
Pistol packin, stompin', knifin'
Whiskey drinkin'. shootin'. fightin'
S.O.B

My mama don't holla
My mama don't fuss
Mama done raised her boys a fightin'
In the whiskey and mud

So baby don't worry
No baby don't fuss
If I come on in your kitchen
Full a likker and blood

Punchin', scratchin', cussin', bitin'
Pistol packin, stompin', knifin'
Whiskey drinkin'. shootin'. fightin'
S.O.B

Bring me my suitcase
Bring me my gun
I'm going down to Memphis
Just to have me some fun

Baby don't worry
Baby don't cry
You know I'll be back Sunday
If I get out alive

Punchin', scratchin', cussin', bitin'
Pistol packin, stompin', knifin'
Whiskey drinkin'. shootin'. fightin'
S.O.B

Punchin', scratchin', cussin', bitin'
Pistol packin, stompin', knifin'
Whiskey drinkin'. shootin'. fightin'
S.O.B



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Writer(s): Michael Shaun Norton
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