Poor Mans Son Songtext

Advert hangs upon the wall \"workers needed apply below\",
You don't need a job if you've got a gun and there's a bank across the road,
My Ma hangs around my neck,
I point the pistol and tell the clerk,
I'm not a bad man I'm just a poor man's son,
so give me the money and nobody gets hurt,

The deputy sherif points his gun at me,
you'll never learn will you McGee,
I'm starting to think that you like that cell,