
时间:2020-12-16
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I'm a Mean, Mean, Mean Son of a Gun - Johnny Horton
Written by:Barry/Johnny Horton
I'm a guy that likes his fun
And when I fight you'd better run
I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun
I'm goin' down in a middle of town
I'm goin' to shoot the first man down
I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun
Myskin is hot as leather I'm as tough as any man
When I have to
Shave myself I use an old tin can
I wash my face in boilin' wax
And scrub myself with gunny sacks
I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun
I'm mean
I'm mean I'm mean
I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun
I was raised on tiger's milk
I drink corn liquor and I smoke corn silk
I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun
I chew up tin and I spit out nails
Sleep on snakes with ten foot tails
I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun
I started feelin' frisky
And I danced the other night
I fell so good I took my gun
And shot out ev'ry light
Now the sheriff said get out off tunnel
Take him six feet under ground
I'm a mean mean mean
Son of a gun
I'm mean
I'm mean I'm mean
I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun
I throwed my saddle on a grizzly bear
Then I crawled bare handed in his mountain lair
I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun
I cut my hair on a choppin' block
And when I chopped the mountains rocked
I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun
I tangled
With a wild cat just to prove that
I was stout
Reached down his throat and grabbed his tail then
Turned him inside out
Where I was raised it's so darn tough
I had the leave it got so rough
I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun
I'm mean
I'm mean I'm mean
I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun