Текст песни: Son Of A Gun + перевод

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

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