Letra Son of the North de Bourbon Boys

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Son of the North
Bourbon Boys
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I'm raised on wild game, guns, guitars and David Allan Coe
I listen to Ted Nugent when I shoot my compound bow

I'm rocking on the tundra, I'm rolling in the snow

Son of the North
Son of the North
Son of the North
Son of the North

Guns and ammo, backpack, camo, bow and arrow, bowie knife
Where the blood trails run with a loaded gun
It's how I wanna live my life
We ain't got time or place for any porchers, pimps or rappers
I've heard they who stay alive are hunters, fishers, trappers

Son of the North
Son of the North

The land is like Alaska here if you take away the dull
I'm rabbid like a polar wolf everywhere that I go forth
For the world must see that I'm born to be a god damn son of the North

Son of the North
Son of the North

ATV's, snowmobiles, snow shoes, hunting dogs
My best friend is the north star and wherever I may roam
He shines above the tree tops and he always leads me home

The land is like Alaska here if you take away the dull
I'm rabbid like a polar wolf everywhere that I go forth
For the world must see that I'm born to be a god damn son of the North

The land is like Alaska here if you take away the dull
I'm rabbid like a polar wolf everywhere that I go forth
For the world must see that I'm born to be a god damn son of the North


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