Son Of A Gun

My family bloodline runs a little crooked

It's half Mississippi, half hell who knows

And I found a way to findin' trouble when it wasn't lookin'

Muddy water runs through my roots and the soles

Of these ol' boots that carve this path

And my last name's to thank for that

I raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows

Raised to raise hell, with my hands and my head bowed

This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee

Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me

Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue

My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun

They made a son of a gun

It takes a certain kinda heart, special kinda woman

To be the brakes on a runaway train

Well, I guess the good Lord knew way more 'bout what he's doin'

'Cause now, that angel's raisin' babies with a boy that

Raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows

Raised to raise hell, with my hands and my head bowed

This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee

Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me

Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue

My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun

Yeah, they made a son of a gun

I got one of my own now

He's catchin' steam down the same track

He looks like his mama, but he acts like me

And I got a feelin' it's payback

I've raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows

Raised to raise hell, with my hands and my head bowed

This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee

Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me

Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue

My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun (they made a son of a)

They made a son of a gun (they made a son of a)

Yeah, they made a son of a gun (they made a son of a)

They made a son of a gun