Johnny Horton - Mean, Mean, Mean Son of a Gun lyrics

rate me

(Barry, Bentler, Davis)

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

My skin 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

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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 town

Take him six feet under ground

I’m a mean, mean, mean son of a gun

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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 proof 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 to leave, it got so rough

I’m a mean, mean, mean son of a gun

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