Son Of Gun

You were riding through hard rocky terrain
With a price above your head
The sheriff put your name on his wall
You better get on or you'll fall

All those crazy nights
The wild women of whiskey start to dive
Bar fights
The sheriff is going to get you
I'm going to hunt you
If you don't give up
Young son of a bitch

Young son of a gun, son of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a gun

A pretty girl with an ugly heart
He stole your soul on a full Moon night
A head full of whiskey couldn't see the light
The hard rains falling
Now listen to the wind calling your name
This is not a joke, and it is not a game
Don't you remember what your father said
The son of the devil waits at both ends of a gun

Young son of a gun son of a gun
Crazy son of a gun
Yes, you better get on
You better get on
You better move
You better get on

Well the county sheriff and the bounty hunter
They finally located you
They caught you hiding in a silver mine
On the other side of town
Now wildflowers grow on your nameless grave
And the howling winds of your friend
The preacher tried to tell you, save another soul
But the devil waits at both ends of a gun

Son of a gun young son of a gun
Young son of a gun son of a gun
Yes, you better get on
Better move on
Better move on
Motherfucker