Buck Owens - Happy Son of a Gun lyrics

(Don Rich) Pick a little cotton And put it in the wagon Make it to the gin and then Get yourself some money And take out your honey And do it all over again Oh, that's a life of a country boy He works from sun to sun He's just a hard workin' country lad But he's a happy son of a gun. He's just a hard workin' country boy Out on the farm Workin' from dawn to dusk A pickin' the cotton A plowin' the fields And doin' the things he must But on Saturday He'll hit for town To have himself a little fun And when he's stumpin' On a honky tonk hardwood floor He's a happy son of a gun. --- Instrumental --- Well, a country boy's Got a wearied back 'Cause workin' is all he's known Ain't got much Just a blackland farm But that blackland farm's his own He don't have to answer To any man And worries has enough And you can tell by lookin' This country boy's Just a happy son of a gun. He's just a hard workin' country boy Out on the farm Workin' from dawn to dusk A pickin' the cotton And plowin' the fields And doin' the things he must But on Saturday He'll hit for town To have himself a little fun And when he's stumpin' On a honky tonk hardwood floor He's a happy son of a gun. Now, when he's stumpin' On a honky tonk hardwood floor He's a happy son of a gun...