Well I was born in a tumbled down shack one quarter of a mile from a railroad track Mama was a drifter daddy was a bum and they didn't want a little hobo son But things do happen and here I am just outside of Birmingham Train's slowing down and I'm gonna jump up I'm gonna spread my wings and look all about Give me the whip of the whippoorwill a whippin' it up on the lonely hill Give me the sun the stars and the rain sneaky peaky wine in the blood of my veins Cause I'm a son of a bum I'm a son of a bum I'm a son of a bum son of a bum bum bum Free as the breeze and I'm easy to please
Fussin' and a fightin' and a goin' to war people don't know what the livin's for Money money money that's all folks know they could learn a lesson from a rich hobo Got no worries and no regrets got no money but I got no debts Rabbit in the picket and the fish in the brook And I've got mu supper if I got me a hook Give me the whip of the whippoorwill... I'm a son of a bum I'm just easy to please Lord I'm a son of a bum I'm a son of a bum easy to pleaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
