It hurts to be told when you're not very old
That you're an outlaw's son
And the older you get they won't let you forget
That you're the son of a gun, a bad bad gun, you son of a gun

And then you'll meet someone
So sweet and she says her heart you've won
But her old dad get's awfuly mad
She'll marry no son of a gun a bad, bad gun, the son of a gun

One day her dad must face a bad a bad outlaw with a gun
You're quick on the draw and you saved her pa
You no good, son of a gun a bad, bad, gun, you son of a gun

Now everyone who is someone smiles at the outlaw's son
You're one of the crowd her dad's so proud
She'll marry the son of a gun a bad bad gun the son of a gun