I came up hard, but I came up proud
I don’t play good but I can sure play loud
I like a little bit of whiskey and a whole lotta fun
Daddy was a trigger, mama was a pistol and I’m a little son of a gun

People lift your hands get ready to move
Gonna raise a little hell while we’re raisin’ the roof
When it comes to inhibitions y’all I ain’t got none
Cause my daddy was trigger, mama was a pistol and I’m a little son of a gun

(Chorus)
Both barrels blazin’... Ain’t it amazin’
I’m shootin’ from the hip y’all... Ain’t it a trip y’all
Lookin’ for trouble... Make it a double on me

I don’t give a damn what the old folks say
I don’t mean no harm I was born this way
Yeah I got some roots I don’t wanna outrun
Hell my daddy was a trigger, mama was a pistol and I’m a little son of a gun

Solo

(Chorus)

Guess I’m another rotten limb on the family tree
I bet my grandpa’s grandpa’s proud of me
It might all turn around but I won’t be the one
Daddy was a trigger, mama was a pistol and I’m a little son of a gun
Daddy was a trigger, my mama was a pistol and I’m a little son of a gun

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