Verse 1:
Four wheels on the pavement. Aint nowhere to run. Got a pocket full of money and a loaded gun. If I can make it to the hills, we can load it up. Take em all to Montana where we saddle up. Lookin silly like Billy makin a killin, he's really into that backwoods and moonshine. His uncle Jimmy was jacked up and done time. But left it all to him, all the way to the last dime. His Daddy told me his son was lost and on the run. Told him I would go and get em for the winter come. Loaded up in the pickup with my shotgun. Cuz Billy really aint the kind you wanna run up on. I seen him swervin like he's gone up off the bourbon. With a pistol out the window and his back wheels burnin. Now that's the verdict, prefer to get him the furthest from the furnace that is burnin makin all his pain turnin.
Chorus 1:
I'm always sleepin with one eye shut. Outlaws on the run gotta sleep in the truck. Now I got no friends and I need no luck. I'm a roughneck man, and a son of a gun. When I hit the road runnin. You'll never see me comin. Hell yes son, I done done it. Ooooh I'm a son of a gun.
Verse 2:
Rockin and I'm rollin. Aint no tellin where I'm goin. Smooth with the words like an old river flowin. Lifes a big gamble I aint never ever fold it. Keep a pistol on my waist and you know it's fully loaded. Aye. Drinkin and I'm drivin swervin all on the road. While I'm smokin and I'm rappin cuz it's all that I know. I got a helluva story and it need to be told. So every night on the mic I just give em my soul. And now we rollin rebels only down I65. Now the sun a shinin bright it's not a cloud in the sky. I got a full tank of gas and I'm ready to ride. With not a care in the world or a thought in my mind. I got my beard in the breeze and the wind on my knees. While I'm riding through the mountains and the creeks in the trees. Snake skins on my feet and a patch on my sleeve. Cuz I'm proud to be alive in the land of the free. And I run it. Everything you're doin, I've done done it. If you mess with one, we all comin. Stay locked and loaded and I'm gunnin. Now y'all runnin. Cuz I'm comin.
Chorus 2:
I'm always sleepin with one eye shut. Outlaws on the run gotta sleep in the truck. Now I got no friends and I need no luck. I'm a roughneck man, and a son of a gun. When I hit the road runnin. You'll never see me comin. Hell yes son, I done done it. Ooooh I'm a son of a gun.
I'm always sleepin with one eye shut. Outlaws on the run gotta sleep in the truck. Now I got no friends and I need no luck. I'm a roughneck man, and a son of a gun. When I hit the road runnin. You'll never see me comin. Hell yes son, I done done it. Ooooh I'm a son of a gun.
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Son of a Gun - Who TF Is Justin Time?, Overtime and Austin Martin
