Wynonna Judd Girls With Guitars
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
