Girls With Guitars — текст песни (Judd Wynonna)

Words and Music by Mary-Chapin Carpenter
She turn fifteen with great expectations
Her older brother knew somethin` was up
He caught her goin` through his record collection
Lookin` at Hendricks like a love sick pup
She begged and she pleaded `till dad fin`lly listened
He drove her in the car down to sears roebuck
He bought her that guitar and that was the beginning
Now she`s down in the cellar with the amp turned up
Girls with guitars, Daddy`s little angel
Girls with guitars, what`s the world comin` to
Girls with guitars, mothers tend to worry `bout girls with guitars
Well, Saturday night she followed her brother
It was socks and stockin`s on the old gym floor
While everybody danced to garage band covers
She was checking out riffs and memorizin` chords
She didn`t care at all for the football heroes
She didn`t even notice the basketball stars
Boys as a species were all a bunch of zero`s
except for the ones who played that guitar
Ah, girls with guitars, she wasn`t any debutante
Girls with guitars, she didn`t go out for cheerleading
Girls with guitars, boys are kinda nervous `round girls with guitars
She went off to college , she got her degree
Her parents breathed a sigh of great relief
Daddy`s thinkin` law school, mother`s thinking medicine
Daughters thinking how she`s gonna break the news to them
Now there`s an old chevy van just sittin` in the driveway
Filled to the gills with all her stuff
She cut a deal with her brother to drive up the highway
Figures New York City is close enough
She gets the audition through a friend of a friend
Who`s checkin` out her legs, sayin`, This`ll never work
She flips on her boogie and turns to the band
Gives a little grin and blows away the jerk
Girls with guitars, now everybody`s rockin`
Girls with guitars, there ought to be a song about girls with guitars
There`s just no stoppin` those girls with guitars
Get your money for nothin` and your guys for free