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Viewing lyrics for Son Of A Gun by Whyte Panther.

Now me I'll never learn
Ain't no way not me no sir
To keep your friends real close
But your enemies closer

You know that it's been said
That I'm just too thick in the head
And now I'm feeling like a clown
Because I let it all go down

And I got me done in by
A no good dirty low down
Back stabbing son of a gun

Yeah I should have know better
I should have been a little bit smarter
So instead of getting easier
Things are only getting harder

You know that it's been said
That I'm just too thick in the head
And now I'm feeling like a clown
Because I let it all go down

And I got me done in by
A no good dirty low down
Back stabbing son of a gun

Ain't no use in crying
When you feel like you been let down
Ya just gotta keep on trying
And turn the whole mess upside down
Them sons of a gun will keep on lieing
So don't you wear a frown

Just get yourself even with them
No good dirty low down
Back stabbing sons of a gun

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I think I got me a plan
Dear lord it's so easy to see
How I can get myself even
With the ones who done wrong to me

You know I'm gonna use my head
No matter what may have been said
Wait till you see what's gonna go down
I'll leave them all looking just like clowns

When I do me in
Them no good dirty low down
Back stabbing sons of a gun

When I do me in
Them no good dirty low down
Back stabbing sons of a gun

And you know who you are

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