Letra de Son of a Gun

My family bloodline runs a little crooked It's half Mississippi, half hell who knows And I found a way to finding trouble when it wasn't lookin' Muddy water runs through my roots and the soles Of these ol' boots that carve this path And my last name's to thank for that I raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows Raised to raise hell, with my hands and my head bowed This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun They made a son of a gun It takes a certain kind of heart, special kind of woman To be the brakes on a runaway train Well, I guess the good Lord knew way more 'bout what he's doing 'Cause now, that angel's raising babies with a boy that Raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows Raised to raise hell, with my hands and my head bowed This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun Yeah, they made a son of a gun I got one of my own now He's catching steam down the same track He looks like his mama, but he acts like me And I got a feeling it's payback I've raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows Raised to raise hell, with my hands and my head bowed This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun (they made a son of a) They made a son of a gun (they made a son of a) Yeah, they made a son of a gun (they made a son of a) They made a son of a gun