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