Garrett Bradford: Music
Son Of A Gun
Written by Garrett Bradford and Dan Roberts/GarrettBradfordMusic/Old Boots Music (BMI/ASCAP)
Well I try to make a livin’ with this guitar,
but sometimes I come up short
Folks I know tell me to give up the dream and go find some steady work
But I believe in the songs I sing and some day it’s gonna pay
And I ain’t gonna quit till I hit the top so just get out of my way
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Some day all them folks (girls / old boss man) will be a wishin’
That they’d have paid a little more attention
To this slow-talkin, honky- tonkin, guitar-pickin son of a gun
Well I got to likin’ this girl one time so I asked her to the prom
I thought I had it in the bag but I guess that I thought wrong
She turned me down with a stone cold heart,
Never even told me why
But I sure didn’t lose no sleep at night
Lord knows I did not cry
CHORUS
Well, all that normal thinkin’ started messin’ with my mind,
I put down this old guitar and took on a nine to five
But workin late on Friday nights gave me no time to play
So I sang that Johnny Paycheck song and told ‘em they could keep my pay
CHORUS
Lord knows I’m a slow talkin, honky-tonkin, guitar-pickin son of a gun