Mean, Mean Son of a Gun

Mean Mean Son Of A Gun - Johnny Horton Written by：Johnny Horton/Barry/Davis/Bentler 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 tenfoot 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 ev'ry 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