paroles de chanson Son of a Song - Tim Montana

I come from a long line of boozers and users
Bruisers and losers, yeah
The deck was stacked against me
Daddy died when I was fifteen
The only thing he left me
Was a belt with our name branded on the back
And this half-drunk bottle of whiskey

So I cried myself to sleep at night
Praying Lord get me out of this double wide
A backwoods boy raised with guns and knives
But it′s this guitar that saved my life
Drowned my sorrow in a melody
At a time when God forgot about me
When no one was there to sing along
With a son of a, son of a, son of a song

Momma always fought for me
As she built the man she knew I'd be
Prayed I′d always spread my wings and fly
Now I'm up here on this stage
I know I still got a long damn way
To go but I can feel the winds of change
With every single song I sing

Now I tuck my kids in bed most nights
Got a house now, hell with a double wide
Still a backwoods boy with guns and knives
And I play this guitar for my sweet wife
Still get lost in a melody
And all is good between God and me
Thankin' everybody who sings along
With a son of a, son of a, son of a song

Oh
I′m a son, I′m a son, I'm a son of a song (Oh yeah)
I′m a son, I'm a son, I′m a son of a song
I'm a son, I′m a son, I'm a son of a song
I'm a son, I′m a son, I′m a son of a song

I come from a long line
Of boozers and users
Bruisers and losers, yeah