Son of a Gun

©2005 D. Alt/©2008 Servethrusong (ASCAP)
Lyrics by Debra L. Alt & Steve Lazrove, Music by Debra L. Alt

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Boundin’ down Col A c c a r I u s, I see you break free and fly
Je dis tu vers me promener, Couldn’t hold you back if I tried
Camping, hiking along by my side, You’re what made it all right

Son of a gun, you were my friend,
Under the quince tree, a journey’s end
So often now, I think about you, my faithful friend, son of a gun

Unexpected gift from Gun Pere, you arrived in my time of need
The alpha who opened our hearts, and made us a sweet family
Great lumbering giant with paws overgrown, gentle old soul sent to me

Son of a gun, you were my friend,
Under the quince tree, a journey’s end
So often now, I think about you, Je t’aime beaucoup, son of a gun

Le Trieves’ not the same anymore
L’Obion still remains but the monument’s gone

It’s spring, the garden’s in bloom, Le Poulailler est vide
The tracks in the snow are all gone, it’s just Baron and me
For nine years our paths were entwined, That’s when you were my Gun
Son of a gun, you were my friend,

Under the quince tree, a journey’s end
So often now I think about you, my faithful friend, son of a gun
Son of a gun, you were my friend,
Under the quince tree, the journey ends

So often now I think about you,
I won’t forget, cannot forget, never forget Son of a Gun