Song 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

Shelby Lynne Moorer

The duration of Son of a Gun is 5:19 minutes and seconds.