Son of a Gun

<br>He laid face down <br>In the desert sand <br>Clutching a sixgun <br>In his hand <br>And me &amp; Maria went to watch him die. <br>Suddenly the raised and said: <br>Help me now, or I shoot you dead!. <br>- I got an arrow in my back <br>And it aches as hell!! <br><br>So we jumped on down in the yellow sand <br>Started helping this gunfighting man <br>He was sixfeet tall`n`four feet wide <br>And the wagon tipped from side to side <br>Driving into the red, red sun <br>Poor mule he could hardly run <br>I turned my head to Maria <br>And she turned her head to mine: <br>And we knew... <br>What he was going to do <br>He was going to shoo-oo-oy <br>His whole way through <br>And his name was on the pistol <br>- And he was son of a gun!! <br><br>As we went driving into town <br>We saw these posters all around <br>There was a big reward upon his head <br>- Coz` the marshall wanted to see <br>him dead... <br>As we talked about this gunfighting man <br>We saw the steel in his hand: <br>Now folks I want to see you run! <br>To the rythm of my gun!! <br>And we knew... <br><br>Well I was saved &amp; I was glad <br>Thanks to my old stetson hat&amp;reg; <br>It went through the top <br>Only leaving a spot <br>It was fabricated by an indian bud <br>Who did not now that he was hot <br>Hanging on the posters everywhere... <br><br>So I took one step back <br>And tipped my hat <br>And looked him in his eyes <br>Aom shit he was telling me the <br>Dirtiest lies <br>I had no time to get away <br>I was trapped in the USA <br>C`mon Maria, let`s get out of his war... <br><br>And we knew... <br><br>)(#$/#%&amp;#?#%/!# <br>%#/(/%?#/#(/%#! <br>#%/)#/%!#(/!#%/ <br><br>And we knew... <br><br>Dow! Flam bam! Pow! Bow!