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 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

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 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 throwed my saddle on a grizzly bear

Then I crawled barehanded 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

I'm mean

I'm mean

I'm mean

I'm a mean mean mean son of a gun