She's a prodigal daughter
Product of her father
Salt of the earth and her mama's alma mater
Might stick around
Might go to state
Might settle down
Might fly away
She's got an FFA blue ribbon in her closet
Straight from a page of American Gothic
Might take a plane or a no-name road
She's got a lot of ways to go
She's on to something but she ain't there yet
She's every song on the radio
Where she runs is anybody's guess
God bless that girl
She's got a lot of ways to go
Penny in her pockets, a pick for her guitar
Picture in a locket, hanging on her heart
Is she headed south, straight for the sun?
When she figures it out, it's like a bullet from a gun
She's on to something but she ain't there yet
She's every song on the radio
Where she runs is anybody's guess
God bless that girl
She's got a lot of ways to go
She's on her way but there ain't no rush
Yeah, what's the point of being young?
She's on to something but she ain't there yet
She's every song on the radio
Where she runs is anybody's guess
God bless that girl
She's got a lot of ways
She's on to something but she ain't there yet
She's every song on the radio
Where she runs is anybody's guess
God bless that girl
She's got a lot of ways to go (woo)
She's got a lot of ways