is bowed in sorrow I can't keep the tears from my eyes My son calls another man daddy The right to his love I've been denied My son calls another man
you just pick up the telephone And the son of a poor man, and the son of a poor man will bring you And the son of a poor man will bring you down
only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes he was, he was,
a ramblin' man Son of a runnin' kind I'm the son of a ramblin' man I come from a long, long line I'm the son of a ramblin' man Son of a runnin' kind
Son of man, rise up son of man New York cities son of Sam With a gun in hand He reaps the women of our land Blood and family does his death depravity
First baby comes and it's funny How a little can change everything I don't see very much of my honey I don't get a peep, I just get no sleep I'm craving
Well, she's been there right beside me Through the ups and downs and all the in betweens No, I couldn't live without her But I've never let her see that
Well, everybody sees me bein' a blinin' country rock star Drivin' downtown, poundin' honky tonk sounds in my bandit car They didn't know me back in '92
can tell there's somethin' that you're wantin' to say And I'm so afraid of where this is goin' I know life ain't easy when you're livin' with a man like
don't know what's turnin' them city boys' heads Probably high heels, short skirts and fishin' nets All the ladies if you want to snag a down home man
don't shed a tear Cause they're selling make believe And we don't buy that here Cause in the real world they're shutting Detroit down While the boss man
a Smith and Wesson in the glove box And Mother Mary on the dashboard He's a red blooded, blue collar man American right to the core Hey, he's a trucker man
the son of a preacher man, oh yeah I'm just the son, I'm just the son Hey, I'm the son of a preacher man Hey, of a preacher man
? You gave me your heart and I broke it up Now here I am All alone and I'm hatin' me 'Cause, baby, with you I had everything Now I'm a nothin' man Not
no need for hurtin' or the bloody tears we cry So why does somebody always have to die? There once was a carpenter living in Nazareth Said He was the Son
' German Livin' under the flag of Japan If it wasn't for the good Lord and the man If it wasn't for the good Lord and the man Well, I'm the grandson
