Son of A Gun

In school I got a teacher Her name was misses Dee I´m thankful for the slicky, wickey things she showed to me Back then I thought My life has just begun And when she talks about me She always calls me Son of a gun I met some girl near Dallas But I forgot her name We did a lot of funny things Until her daddy came He ain´t a good shooter That´s why I´m still on the run And when she talks about me She always calls me Son of a gun I met some girl near Cali She´s a nun but she´s so hot And as she raised above me She was only screaming Oh my god She screamed his name Till' the night was done And when she talks about me She always calls me Son of a gun Some chief arrested me Cause he heard about my tale And as the night has come His daughter met me at his jail He got the law on his side But he ain´t got the fun And when she talks about me She always calls me Son of a gun She picked me up In her Pick-Up Truck She wake me Take me Shake me Break me All around the clock She let me go With the uprising sun And when she talks about me She allways calls me Son of a gun yeah Allways on the road I´m allways on the road babe Oohoohooh Allways on the road Oohoohooh Allways on the road Oohoohooh My packs allways loaded Oohoohooh I´m the original one They call me Son of a gun Oohoohooh --- Son of a Gun - Five O Seven