A No-Good Son-of-a-Gun

A No Good Son-of-a-Gun

(Bob Nolan)

Oh here I come, (Here he comes.)

Takin’ my time (Taking his time.

He’s a lazy, ramblin’ rovin’ gamblin’ no good son-of-a-gun.)

I don’t like work and I never will – He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun

I’d rather sleep and eat my fill -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun

So I got me a job with the cattle crew

And the boss said Son I’m gonna fire you

So I guess that’s just what he’ll have to do -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun.

Oh here I come, (Here he comes.)

Just takin’ my time (Taking his time.

He’s a lazy, ramblin’ rovin’ gamblin’ no good son-of-a-gun.)

My old hound dog has Buffalo fleas -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun

And the weight of them has bent his knees -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun

When he’d kill one, ten more would hatch

So I sold him off with his new-born batch,

‘Cuz he tired me out just a-watchin’ him scratch -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun.

Oh here I come, (Here he comes.)

Just takin’ my time (Taking his time.

He’s a lazy, ramblin’ rovin’ gamblin’ no good son-of-a-gun.)

Oh there must be some place I can go -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun

Where the rain don’t fall and there ain’t no snow -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun

Where the rooster wakes with a cock-a-doodle-do

And he says there’s lots of nothin’ to do

And the whole darn crew is going to help me too too -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun.

Oh here I come, (Here he comes.)

Just takin’ my time (Taking his time.

He’s a lazy, ramblin’ rovin’ gamblin’ no good son-of-a-gun.)

Have you ever seen a turtle crawl -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun

He just takes his time, no hurry at all -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun

Now, he lives for a hundred years but still

He does no work and he pays no bill

So why should I? -- I don’t think I will. -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun.

Oh here I come, (Here he comes.)

Just takin’ my time (Taking his time.

He’s a lazy, ramblin’ rovin’ gamblin’ no good son-of-a-gun.)

Now I’ve been tired since life begun -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun

I don’t recall any work I’ve done -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun

So I think I’ll marry me a wealthy wife

And settle down away from strife

And sleep all the rest of my natural life -- He’s a no-good son-of-a-gun.

Oh here I come, (Here he comes.)

Just takin’ my time (Taking his time.

He’s a lazy, ramblin’ rovin’ gamblin’ no good son-of-a-gun.)

Who me? (Yes, you.)

Well, I'm a no-good son-of-a-gun!