Mean Son of a Gun

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Kitty, Daisy & Lewis

Kitty, Daisy & Lewis are a British five-piece band fronted by the siblings of the Durham family. Their music is influenced heavily by R&B, Blues, Soul, Punk, Rock and Roll and West-Indian music. They are all multi-instrumentalists playing guitar, piano, bass, drums, harmonica, banjo, lapsteel guitar, ukulele, xylophone, accordion and more between them. Kitty, Daisy & Lewis have sold over a quarter of a million records worldwide. Kitty Durham is the youngest of the group and primarily sings and plays drums, guitar, harmonica, ukulele and banjo. Daisy Durham, the eldest, primarily sings and plays drums, piano, accordion and xylophone. Lewis Durham sings and plays guitar, piano, banjo, lapsteel and drums. The band are renowned for building their own recording st… more »

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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 hard 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 ten-foot 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 every 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

Put my saddle on a grizzly bear
Then I crawled bare-handed 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

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