He Wanted a Girl

He wanted a girl who hates dusty roads
He wanted a girl who cries porcelain tears
He wanted a girl who’d put locks on the door
To protect all those gemstones she’s got in her ears
But I am a girl who likes dusty roads
'Cos I am a girl who enjoys the outside
Yeah, I was that girl who could keep up with him
And would follow him anywhere he chose to ride
And we would ride
Barrel-assin' through the gullies
Pitching tent and chewing jerky
Showing off our scratches and favorite scars
Teachin' me to hold my bourbon
Coaxin' me to play my fiddle
Makin' up songs and singin' them to the stars
Bick: Old Dan was a funny man
Vashti: Washed his face in a fryin' pan
Bick: Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
Vashti: Wheel
Bick: Wheel
Vashti: Wheel
Bick: Wheel
Both: And died with a toothpick in his heel
We’d laugh ourselves to sleep
That’s something I can keep
That’s something I can keep in my heart
But hearts don’t dress up in fancy new clothes
Hearts don’t wear jewels or put locks on the door
Hearts are just drums that go beatin' with wantin'
And he was the one that my heart wanted for
He wanted a girl who hates dusty roads
He found him a girl who hates dusty roads
Their hearts was meant to fit
So I’ll be the fiddle playin'
Bourbon drinkin'
Girl who learned to live with it