Letras de Son of a Gun - D-A-D

Son of a Gun (original)

He laid face down
In the desert sand
Clutching a sixgun
In his hand
And me and Maria went to watch him die
Suddenly the raised and said
Help me now, or I shoot you dead
I got an arrow in my back
And it aches as hell
So we jumped on down in the yellow sand
Started helping this gunfighting man
He was sixfeet tall’n’four feet wide
And the wagon tipped from side to side
Driving into the red, red sun
Poor mule he could hardly run
I turned my head to Mary
And she turned her head to mine
And we knew
What he was going to do
He was going to shoo-ooh
His whole way through
And his name was on the pistol
And he was son of a gun
As we went driving into town
We saw these posters all around
There was a big reward upon his head
'Cause the Marshall wanted to see him dead
As we talked about this gunfighting man
We saw the steel in his hand
Now folks I want to see you run
To the rhythm of my gun
And we knew
What he was going to do
He was going to shoo-ooh
His whole way through
And his name was on the pistol
And he was son of a gun
Well, I was saved and I was glad
Thanks to my old Stetson hat
It went through the top
Only leaving a spot
It was fabricated by an Indian bud
Who did not now that he was hot
Hanging on the posters everywhere
Well, I took one step back
And tipped my hat
And looked him in his eyes
Oh shit, he was telling me the dirtiest lies
I had no time to get away
I was trapped in the USA
C’mon Mary, let’s get out of his war
And we knew
What he was going to do
He was going to shoo-ooh
His whole way through
And his name was on the pistol…
And we knew
What he was going to do
He was going to shoo-ooh
His whole way through
And his name was on the pistol
And he was son of a gun

(traducción)

se acostó boca abajo
En la arena del desierto
Agarrando un sixgun
En su mano
Y yo y Maria fuimos a verlo morir
De repente la levantó y dijo
Ayúdame ahora, o te mataré a tiros
Tengo una flecha en mi espalda
Y duele como el infierno
Así que saltamos hacia abajo en la arena amarilla
Comenzó a ayudar a este hombre que pelea con armas
Tenía seis pies de alto y cuatro pies de ancho
Y el carro volcó de lado a lado
Conduciendo hacia el sol rojo, rojo
Pobre mula que apenas podía correr
Volteé mi cabeza hacia María
Y ella giró su cabeza hacia la mía
Y sabíamos
que iba a hacer
Iba a shoo-ooh
Todo su camino a través
Y su nombre estaba en la pistola
Y él era hijo de un arma
Mientras íbamos conduciendo a la ciudad
Vimos estos carteles por todas partes.
Había una gran recompensa sobre su cabeza
Porque Marshall quería verlo muerto
Mientras hablábamos de este pistolero
Vimos el acero en su mano
Ahora amigos, quiero verlos correr
Al ritmo de mi arma
Y sabíamos
que iba a hacer
Iba a shoo-ooh
Todo su camino a través
Y su nombre estaba en la pistola
Y él era hijo de un arma
Bueno, me salvé y me alegré
Gracias a mi viejo sombrero Stetson
Pasó por la parte superior
Solo dejando un lugar
Fue fabricado por un capullo indio
Quien no ahora que estaba caliente
Colgando en los carteles en todas partes
Bueno, di un paso atrás
Y me incliné el sombrero
Y lo miró a los ojos
Oh mierda, me estaba diciendo las mentiras más sucias
No tuve tiempo de escapar
Estaba atrapado en los EE. UU.
Vamos Mary, salgamos de su guerra
Y sabíamos
que iba a hacer
Iba a shoo-ooh
Todo su camino a través
Y su nombre estaba en la pistola...
Y sabíamos
que iba a hacer
Iba a shoo-ooh
Todo su camino a través
Y su nombre estaba en la pistola
Y él era hijo de un arma