Five O Seven Lyrics - Son of a Gun

Five O Seven - Son of a Gun

In school I got a teacher
Her name was misses Dee
I´m thankful for the slicky, wickey things she showed to me
Back then I thought
My life has just begun
And when she talks about me
She always calls me
Son of a gun
I met some girl near Dallas
But I forgot her name
We did a lot of funny things
Until her daddy came
He ain´t a good shooter
That´s why I´m still on the run
And when she talks about me
She always calls me
Son of a gun
I met some girl near Cali
She´s a nun but she´s so hot
And as she raised above me
She was only screaming Oh my god
She screamed his name
Till' the night was done
And when she talks about me
She always calls me
Son of a gun
Some chief arrested me
Cause he heard about my tale
And as the night has come
His daughter met me at his jail
He got the law on his side
But he ain´t got the fun
And when she talks about me
She always calls me
Son of a gun
She picked me up
In her Pick-Up Truck
She wake me
Take me
Shake me
Break me
All around the clock
She let me go
With the uprising sun
And when she talks about me
She allways calls me
Son of a gun yeah
Allways on the road
I´m allways on the road babe
Oohoohooh
Allways on the road
Oohoohooh
Allways on the road
Oohoohooh
My packs allways loaded
Oohoohooh
I´m the original one
They call me Son of a gun
Oohoohooh

Written by:
Adrian Schroer, Chris Talbot, Jonas Frey

Publisher:
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