Author/Performer: Toby Keith
Just a girl born in Dix-ie, washed in the blood
And raised on the banks of the Mis-sis-sip-pi mud,
She al-ways had a thing a-bout fall-in' in love
with a bad boy.
Yeah, they could see it all com-in'
But her dad-dy nev-er dreamed
She'd grow up that fast, you know what I mean,
The way a girl gets when she turns sev-en-teen,
kind-a cra-zy.
She's a reb-el child and a preach-er's daugh-ter,
She was bap-tized in dirt-y wa-ter.
Her ma-ma cried the first time they caught her
with me.
They knew they could-n't stop her.
She holds tight to me and the Bi-ble
On the back seat of my mo-tor-cy-cle.
Left her dad-dy stand-in' there preach-in' to the
choir, you see.
God love her.
Oh, me and God love her.
She kissed her ma-ma good-bye,
Said, "I'll be sure and phone ya."
She called her from a truck stop in Tuc-son,
Ar-i-zo-na.
With a-maz-ing grace
we made Cal-i-for-nia a-live.
And then my gyp-sy life start-ed tak-in' it's toll
And the fast lane got emp-ty and out of con-trol.
And just like an an-gel she saved my soul from
the dev-il.
Yeah, she's a rebel child and a preacher's daughter
She was baptized in dirty water
Her mama cried the first time they caught her with me
They knew they couldn't stop her
She holds tight to me and the Bible
On the back seat of my motorcycle
Left her daddy standing there preaching to the choir, you see
And God love her
Oh, me and God love her
End:
Now she holds tight to me and the Bi-ble
On the back seat of my mo-tor-cy-cle
Left her dad-dy stand-in' there preach-in' to the
choir, you see
And God love her
Oh me and God love her.
God love her.
Me and God love her.
