It hurts to be told when you're not that old that you're an outlaw's son... And the older you get, they won't let you forget, that you're the son of a gun. A bad, bad gun... The son of a gun. And then you meet some one so sweet. And she says her heart you've won. But her ol' dad gets awfully mad. She'll marry no son of a gun. A bad, bad gun... The son of a gun. One day her dad must face a bad, bad outlaw with a gun. But you're quick on the draw, and you save her paw, you no good son of a gun. A bad, bad, gun... The son of a gun. Now everyone who is someone is proud of the outlaw's son. Now you're one of the crowd, her dad's so proud. She'll marry the son of a gun. A bad, bad, gun... The son of a gun.
Even as a teenager, being on the barrier for Take Me, it was marathon, thousands pressing forward, getting through it at the end of a gig was brutal, and I wouldnt forego any of the memories I associate with this song and those 80s and early 90s wedding present gigs.
At the time I used to think I was the dude, playing punk bass in a couple of bands. Then one night listening to the radio I heard this. Completely changed my approach to music. Thanks Dave.
Oh my God! What a title in the NME (or was it MM?) "From Russia with love". And that in mind - nowadays Mar 2022 - that Peter Salewka (guitar) had a ukrainian background. History can be so cruel...
Days passed too fast With fall and down Just wait you smile And then Im Yours You are my medicine my soldier You are my dream My. You melt my heart You hug- Im flying I don't need much now Just be close You are my medicine my soldier You are my dream My
I stayed up late on a school night specifically to hear this session, my first ever Wedding Present song and my first ever John Peel show, just because a girl I fancied said she liked them. Gedge would approve of that reasoning I think.