Son of a Gun

Lyrics

Woke up early head in a crick A little crumb of something wouldn't hurt me a lick I lifted up my blisters went on my way Thought about Mama on her dying day... I got a nickel After trading a song Another run of luck's bound to come along Evenings getting closer But it ain't up yet I'll catch a shooting star Like a fish in a net I'm just a Son of a Son of a gun (looking for a home) Looking for a home where the West was won Waiting on a train where the river runs (waiting on a train) I'm just a Son of A Son of a Son of a gun The heat burned my shoulders In the noon day sun Started out walkin And I prayed some Hoping for shelter When the night went to shade I'd bet on the weather But my hands been played For a minute I thought I'd go insane I covered up my neck In the cold rain Hunkered down low Under a bridge The voice in my belly Is my only friend I'm just a Son of a Son of a Gun Looking for a home where the West was won Waiting on a train where the river runs I'm just a Son of a Son of a Son of a Gun Son of a Son of a Gun Son of a Son of a Gun