Paroles de Son of a gun

Well my momma she had a best friend she called beer
And my father was a gambling man with a tooth pick through his ear
I grew up on the tables of the rich and sore
So it's no wonder i'm a man getting rent paid by the law

I said ooh i'm a foreign son
I said ooh i'm a moving on
I hate to leave you in the gutter
But you know that i'm a son of a gun

Well my money got spent in my woman's hooch store
And when i drank her dry she said she can't take now more
I raise my fist to the sky and ended up in hell
Now i'm living out my days in the old crow bar motel

I said ooh i'm my fathers son

I said ooh i'm a moving on
I hate to leave you in the gutter
But you know that i'm a son of a gun

Well my stories often told by some
I've got a manner of a man that can never quite get things done
If you ask me what difference that i would have done
I'd say nothing but the trouble so you tell me who's won

I said ooh i'm my fallen sun
I said ooh i'm a moving on
I hate to leave you in the gutter
But you know that i'm a son of a gun

You tell me who's won
You tell me who's won