Son Of a Gun

It hurts to be told when you're not very old
That you're an outlaw's son
And the older you get they won't let you forget
That you're the son of a gun, a bad bad gun, you son of a gun

And then you'll meet someone so sweet and she says her heart you've won
But her old dad get's awfuly mad
She'll marry no son of a gun a bad, bad gun, the son of a gun

One day her dad must face a bad a bad outlaw with a gun
You're quick on the draw and you saved her pa
You no good, son of a gun a bad, bad, gun, you son of a gun

Now everyone who is someone smiles at the outlaw's son
You're one of the crowd her dad's so proud
She'll marry the son of a gun a bad bad gun the son of a gun