Daddy's Little Devil

(one, two, three, four)

The empty bottle of jack on my floorboard
Tells the world I'm not the angel momma claims
The fruit I took from the tree comes from my daddy's family
And I'm hell-bent on breakin' hearts and rebellion

The little girl my momma hoped and prayed for
Ain't the little girl that she got at all
I don't do pearls and wine
Black leather's more my style
And I take shots of bourbon just fine
I speak my opinions with this guitar in hand
Won't ever settle down 'cause I can be my own damn man
I ain't momma's little angel
I'm daddy's little devil

Momma put me in cotillion with high hopes they'd be
Able to turn me into a lady
But my stubborn will resisted and I made a petition
That wrecked all of my momma's dreams

The little girl my momma hoped and prayed for
Ain't the little girl that she got at all
I don't do pearls and wine
Black leather's more my style
I take shots of bourbon just fine
I speak my opinions with this guitar in hand
Won't ever settle down 'cause I can be my own damn man
I ain't momma's little angel
I'm daddy's little devil

No stone was left unturned
Momma'd put me on a bridge and I'd just
Burn that sucker down
And watch her efforts drown

The little girl my momma hoped and prayed for
Ain't the little girl that she got at all
I don't do pearls and wine
Black leather's more my style
And I take shots of bourbon just fine
I speak my opinions with this guitar in hand
Won't ever settle down 'cause I can be my own damn man
I ain't momma's little do good
Precious
Halo wearin' angel
I'm daddy's little devil



Credits
Writer(s): Lindsey Lane Oxford
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