Son of a Gun Nothing is worth doing, you seemed to say Gin and ice and ash, above the fray Still you planted your rose gardens Green-eyed boy, tiny town in wartime Smoking in the onion patch, petty crimes But say, you got away Your whole life you got away with it Love affairs and gutless lies Gambling debts and alibis You were wronged Your whole life you were wrong Whatever drove you, forever silent Rage and wonder, wit and violence Oh but she was cold, a puppeteer You should see her now Life is long, ain't it long Found a penny, tossed it, put it in your pocket Oh, you son of a gun Your sharp eye-teeth under yellow eyes Tendoned body like a tree, petrified You held on. Heart of a daughter, final days We are so alike, you don't need to say it Your cheap watch and your wedding ring Your two suits at the Sally Ann by morning You were gone Found a penny, tossed it, put it in your pocket Oh, you son of a gun