Текст (слова) песни: Harlan Howard - We`re Proud To Call Him Son

He`s an all American boy mama`s pride and papa`s joy
Paper waddin` all the girls tiein` knots in sister`s curles
BB gunnin` passers by with a twinkle in his eye
He`s a youngster full of fun and we`re proud to call him son
He pushed grandma down the stairs and he knelt and said his prayers
And he blessed us one and all and set fire to the hall
While our farmin` caught the fire our boy conquered all the tires
He`s a youngster full of fun and we`re proud to call him son
[ piano ]
We went fishin` me and him and he knew I couldn`t swim
So this playfull little lad liked to drown his lovin` dad
Nearly cought my death of cold but his mother said don`t scold
He`s a youngster full of fun and we`re proud to call him son
Well he poisoned grandma`s tea now she lies in agony
Made his mother kind of ex`t she says what will he do next
When she shot the neighbor`s goats we agreed that`s wild oats
He`s a youngster full of fun and we`re proud to call him son
[ guitar ]
Now they took our boy away and we miss him more each day
For our life`s adored and tame since the paddy wagon came
We sit and stare in vain through each broken window pane
He`s a youngster full of fun and we`re proud to call him son

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