Mean, Mean, Son Of A Gun

Mean, Mean, Son Of A Gun - Johnny Horton

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 going down in a middle of town

I'm going 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 boiling wax

And scrub myself with gunny sacks

I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun

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 feeling frisky

And I danced the other night

I fell so good I took my gun

And shot out every 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

I'm mean I'm mean I'm mean

I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun

I thrown 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 chopping 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

Beat 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

I'm mean I'm mean I'm mean

I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun