Lyrics
Red wine, Sunshine
Take time to taste the change of the seasons
I wish I could feel but I hear
What you're saying
You let time pass by
And never stop to wonder why there's a reason
And that this is all just a game
That we're playing
Hey now, Now look at me
I'm a real big wheel spinnin' free
So don't ask me ten times how it feels to be number one
I'm just a son of a gun
Big time, Bigger places
In warm sunshine with smiling faces
I climb so high, maybe as fast as you run
I'm just a son of a gun
Hard times, Hate crimes
Rewind to find just a bastion of hope
That ceases to put our existence
In question
Big sky, We fly
We're high on atmospheric conditions
Conditions we shall overcome
As we're flying
Hey now, Now look at me
I'm a real big wheel spinnin' free
So don't ask me ten times how it feels to be number one
I'm just a son of a gun
Big time, Bigger places
In warm sunshine with smiling faces
I climb so high, maybe as fast as you run
I'm just a son of a gun
Just a son of a gun
Just a son of a gun
Just a son of a gun
I'm just a son of a gun
Hey now, Now look at me
I'm a real big wheel spinnin' free
So don't ask me ten times how it feels to be number one
I'm just a son of a gun
Big time, Bigger places
In warm sunshine with smiling faces
I climb so high, maybe as high as the sun
I'm just a son of a gun
Just a son of a gun
Just a son of a gun
Just a son of a gun
(Yeah) I'm just a son of a gun