Mel Tillis Son Of A Bum lyrics

Well, I was born in a tumbled down shack
One quarter of a mile from a railroad track
Mama was a drifter, daddy was a bum
And they didn't want a little hobo son

But things do happen and here I am
Just outside of Birmingham
Train's slowing down, and I'm gonna jump up
I'm gonna spread my wings and look all about

Give me the whip of the whippoorwill
A whipping it up on the lonely hill
Give me the sun, the stars and the rain
Sneaky, peaky wine in the blood of my veins

'Cause I'm a son of a bum, I'm a son of a bum
I'm a son of a bum, son of a bum, bum bum
Free as the breeze and I'm easy to please

Fussing and a fighting and a going to war
People don't know what the living's for

Money, money, money, that's all folks know
They could learn a lesson from a rich hobo

Got no worries and no regrets
Got no money but I got no debts
Rabbit in the picket and the fish in the brook
And I've got my supper if I got me a hook

Give me the whip of the whippoorwill
A whipping it up on the lonely hill
Give me the sun, the stars and the rain
Sneaky, peaky wine in the blood of my veins

I'm a son of a bum
I'm just easy to please
Lord I'm a son of a bum
I'm a son of a bum, easy to please