Son Of A Gun chords by Jordan Davis

Intro
Em  D  Bm C



Verse
Em             D
   My family blood line runs a little crooked
 Bm            C
It's half-Mississippi, half-"Hell! Who knows "
Em                 D
   And I found a way to finding trouble when it wasn't lookin'
Bm              C
Muddy water runs through my roots and the soles
 Em           D
Of these ol' boots that carve this path
 Bm     C
And my last name's to thank for that

Chorus
 C                                              Em          D
I raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows
C                                       Em                 D
Raised to raise hell, with my hands and my head bowed
C                                   Em                D          C
This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee
 Em                        D
Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me
C                                       Em               D
Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue
C                             Em                                    C  Em
My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun.
 D            C     Em D
They made a son of a gun


Verse
Em               D
   It takes a certain kind of heart, special kind of woman
Bm          C
  To be the brakes on a runaway train
Em                D
  Well, I guess the good Lord knew way more 'bout what he's doing
Bm                      C
  'Cause now, that angel's raising babies with a boy that


Chorus
 C                                           Em               D
Raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows
C                                       Em                 D
Raised to raise hell, with my hands and my head bowed
C                                   Em                D          C
This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee
 Em                        D
Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me
C                                       Em               D
Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue
C                             Em                                    C  Em
My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun.
 D            C     Em  D
Yeah
They made a son of a gun


Bridge
Em       D                        Bm
  I got one of my own now
 C
He's catching steam down the same track
Em             D                                             Bm
  He looks like his mama but he acts like me.
 C
And I got a feeling it's payback

Chorus
 C                                              Em            D
I've raised daddy's blood pressure and my mama's eyebrows
C                                       Em                 D
Raised to raise hell, with my hands and my head bowed
C                                   Em                D          C
This apple might've rolled all the way to Tennessee
 Em                        D
Didn't always have it made, but that's what made me
C                                       Em               D
Daddy was a hammer down, hair trigger, silver tongue
C                             Em                                    C  Em
My mama was a pistol, they made a son of a gun.
 D            C
They made a son of a gun
Em               D                     C     Em
Yeah, they made a son of a gun
 D                      C     Em  D
They made a son of a gun