He Wanted a Girl - Brian D'Arcy James, Katie Thompson

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