Mel Tillis "Son of a Bum" |
(Mel Tillis) Well I was born in a tumbled down shack One quarter of a mile from a railroad track Mama was a drifter daddy was a bum And they didn't want a little hobo son But things do happen and here I am Just outside of Birmingham Train's slowing down and I'm gonna jump up I'm gonna spread my wings and look all about. Give me the whip of the whippoorwill A whippin' it up on the lonely hill Give me the sun the stars and the rain Sneaky peaky wine in the blood of my veins. 'Cause I'm a son of a bum I'm a son of a bum I'm a son of a bum son of a bum, bum, bum Free as the breeze and I'm easy to please. Fussin' and a fightin' and a goin' to war People don't know what the living's for Money money money that's all folks know They could learn a lesson from a rich hobo Got no worries and no regrets Got no money but I got no debts Rabbit in the picket and the fish in the brook And I've got mu supper if I got me a hook. Give me the whip of the whippoorwill A whippin' it up on the lonely hill Give me the sun the stars and the rain Sneaky peaky wine in the blood of my veins. 'Cause I'm a son of a bum I'm a son of a bum I'm a son of a bum son of a bum, bum, bum Free as the breeze and I'm easy to please. I'm a son of a bum I'm just easy to please Lord, I'm a son of a bum... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |