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Johnny Horton Lyrics
Mean, Mean, Mean Son of a Gun Lyrics
(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
Refrain:
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
Refrain:
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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