Tomboy

Little white shoes, little white pearls
Little white lacy dress
Dirt on the cheek, skinned up knees
A pretty little muddy mess

Sitting on the bank of the creek
Out back after Sunday church
With a reel and a rod
Daddy's tackle box and a big ol' can of worms

Mama tried her very best

But daddy's little girl ain't all sugar
Daddy's little girl sure got spice
She'd rather be down in the dust and dirt
Playing by her own rules

Fix her hair in curls and bows
She's still gonna play with the G.I. Joes
No pink Malibu Barbie toys
Daddy's little girl is a tomboy

She won't have time for painting her nails
Or Glamour Magazine
She'll have a four wheel drive, pickup truck
A subscription to Field and Stream

Torn up jeans and a baseball cap
With her head up under the hood
But Friday night when she lets her hair down
She sure does clean up good

All the guys will turn their heads

'Cause daddy's little girl ain't all sugar
Daddy's little girl sure got spice
She'd rather be down in the dust and dirt
Playing by her own rules

Instead of shakin' those pom poms
Kicking up her heels
She'll be kicking that football down the field
Come on, everybody
Make some noise
Daddy's little girl is a tomboy, yeah

Mama tried her very best

But daddy's little girl ain't all sugar
Daddy's little girl sure got spice
She'd rather be down in the dust and dirt
Playing by her own rules

Instead of rocking that baby doll in her arms
She'll be rocking it out on the lead guitar
Come on, everybody
Make some noise
Daddy's little girl is a tomboy, yeah
I'm a tomboy
(Daddy's little girl is a tomboy)