John Jones

John Jones, you son of a gun John Jones, you son of a gun You take my woman, you make me run You make my friends all laugh at me John Jones, you son of a gun John Jones, you son of a gun You call yourself a big big man Still you try to kill my hand John Jones, you son of a gun John Jones, you son of a gun And I don't like a man who tries to mess with me And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hand John Jones, you son of a gun John Jones, you're the son of a gun And I don't like a man who tries to mess with me And I don't like a man who tries to kill my hand John Jones, you son of a gun John Jones, you son of a gun John Jones, you son of a gun John Jones, you son of a gun The son of a gun