Bars, Scars and Old Guitars
Verse 1
What’s a little ol girl like me
Singing songs out in the Country
Well I’ve been playin this circuit
Since about half past ten
Verse 2
Guess my wild roots ain’t so blonde
Ive been sowin the seeds I’ve grown
Im a hip hop pop rock Country kind of world
Chorus:
Well I’ve seen Grace land and Memphis
And the Country Music hall of Fame
Ive seen the Southern Shore
And the General Store
Where everybody knows my name
And I’ve been baptized and criticized
For takin the road too far
Now I’m livin of bars deep rooted scars
And these Old Guitars
Verse 3
Well the Bb ain’t so bad
When you play a crowd of three
But the legends before start like this girl here you see
I make a livin singing around
Big guns can’t stop me now
I’m a rebel rose ally cat gypsy on the prowl
Chrous
