Z

Cuando era chiquitita, I played a mean fiddle
Been breaking it in ever since I was little
Opera and pearlman honkey tonk violin
Mama took me out so I can take it all in

Abuelita told me never meet them in the middle
It’s better in when you’re older if you don’t learn to settle
Doors are gonna open if you want them to
But you might have to knock 'em down

Not everybody is gonna spell your name right honey
Might get it wrong on the grand marquee
You can just sing 'em a song, hija mía
Tell country music where to put the z

So when you see me in the elevator
Second string spectator fiddle in my hand
Don’t ask me what I play
I play for DJs, presidents, single moms, immigrants
Dodged a few bullets along the way

Solo duet quartet quinceanera
Merle meets Chinte with a little mascara
Fourteen thousand miles and I’m up in a half
Oh, setting the road on fire

Not everybody is gonna spell your name right honey
Might get it wrong on the grand marquee
You can just sing 'em a song, hija mía
Tell country music where to put the z

Not everybody is gonna spell your name right honey
Might get it wrong on the grand marquee
You can just sing 'em a song, hija mía
Tell country music where to put the z