Son of a Gun - Bruce Dickinson

Oh, there was a time when she'd lie in the grass And imagine the places she'd never go And there all alone she would pleasure herself With thoughts of a man that she had never known Lying there, she made a promise that one day she'd run And she'd find just the man she was looking for Well, she fell in love with that son of a gun But he was not the man that she took him for When he came to town, he came rambling in On a great cloud of dust carried by the wind Oh, it wasn't long before he pulled her in And he asked her to come run away with him He saw a pretty young girl who was ready to run And she saw just the chance she'd been looking for Well, she fell in love with that son of gun But he was not the man that she took him for They headed out west, driving into the sun And he promised her she was the only one Well, he was a thief, and he'd steal just for fun He'd go cruising around with his little gun He ran afoul of the law and decided to run And he left her alone with their little one Well, she was in love with that son of a gun But the story between them wasn't done When she finds him, she will make him regret he was ever born When she finds him, she will make him regret he was ever born When she finds him, she will make him regret he was ever born When she finds him, she will make him regret he was ever born

Dave Dudley Miscellaneous Truck Drivin' Son-Of-A-Gun (1965) I got a cute little gal in every eastern town from Boston to St Lou There's some left I don't even know but I'm a-looking forward to Cause I like my women everywhere I go So roll on big wheel now don't you roll so slow Peggy Ann is waiting in Memphis and Betty Lou in Maine I got a good old girl in Knoxville but man I forgot her name But not her figure, I remember that Yeah I'm a kiss stealing, wheeling dealing, truck driving son of a gun Well there goes Joe flying low a-making up his time But from where I sit I don't believe you'd say I'm wasting mine I'm moving faster than a Jimmy eight And if you think I'm losing time you're running late I got a steady little baby she's a-waiting back home for me From where I sit there's six more towns to go and I'm back in Tennessee And six more women at least I know Yeah I'm a kiss stealing, wheeling dealing, truck driving son of a gun

We all have secret lives, in our secret rooms Living in our movies, humming our own tunes Living life in camera, when the night is closing down Sliding into darkness, you could be like me Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Where are you staying? why are you leaving? We watch you breathing through the cameras eye We all make up our faces, the make-up of the clown Happy leaving traces of our childish background Pointing at the sky, we can watch the stars You think you're all alone, but you never are... Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Where are you staying? why are you leaving? We watch you breathing through the cameras eye They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Political sleazes, sexual divas We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Political sleazes, sexual divas We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye

The farmhouse was overtaken By vine and the snake Hooked on phantom power The acres seemed to ache Pursued by floating rebels They'd take us, if they could I thought a spell of country living Would do my spirits good Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs The door mouse was mistaken There was no quarter there The attic and the cellar Were but jaws of a bear The hunter was the quarry All tangled in the wood I thought a spell of country living Would do my spirits good Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs Disembodied gentry Gathered by my door Your electrical habits Aren't welcome here anymore That day I left With a locket and glove Keepsakes lest I forget A woman by the name of Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs Emily Dickinson Trade your lily for a rose Run to the valley Where the wild daisy grows Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know