Son Of A Gun Lyrics

He came in hot on two wheels
But she beat him to the gate
Bat shit blondes and Winston's
They were always on his plate

Gas and matches shouldn't mix
But she showing by July
So blame the fire of 1994 that I'm

Sweet fruit from the tree, Hemlock on the tongue
Raised from some roots that I can't outrun
My mama's blue ribbon, my daddy's first song
I'm a son of a bitch and the son of a gun

She covered me in sequin gowns
My teeth in Vaseline
He sank 'em in to Jennings Jones and
Rebuilt pan-head grease

Bad seeds get sown, black sheep they roam
By fortune or mistake
Tell me baby do you like the way it tastes

Sweet fruit from the tree, Hemlock on the tongue
Raised from some roots that I can't outrun
My mama's blue ribbon, my daddy's first song
I'm a son of a bitch and the son of a gun

Baby sister of a brick house
Midnight lover of a man so fine
Trying to make my 'Nita proud
If you don't like it you can suck on my

Sweet fruit from the tree, Hemlock on the tongue
Raised from some roots that I can't outrun
My mama's blue ribbon, my daddy's first song
I'm a son of a bitch and the son of a gun
I'm a son of a bitch and the son of a gun