John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)

You take my woman, you make me run
You make my friends all laugh at me

John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)

You call yourself a big big man
Still you try to kill my hand

John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)

And I don't like a man who tries to mess with me
And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hand

John Jones, you son of a gun
John Jones, you're the son of a gun

And I don't like a man who tries to mess with me
And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hand

John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)

John Jones, you son of a gun (you're the son of a gun)
John Jones, you son of a gun (you son of a gun)

The son of a gun


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