Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song He Wanted a Girl, artist - Brian D'Arcy JamesDate of issue: 20.05.2013
Song language: English
He Wanted a Girl |
| 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 |