Lyrics Pink Guitar - Reba McEntire

Pink Guitar

She saw it in the window,
Just a 'callin' out her name
She mowed the grass, took out the trash
And she saved, saved, saved
Bought it on Monday,
Had a gig on Friday night
In the garage, in front of her mom,
She came alive
She likes to play, she loves to rock
Yeah, she’s closer to the bottom
But she’s headed for the top
She’s gotta dream, to be a star
Dressed in black, like a Johnny Cash
With a pink guitar
She didn’t go to college,
She just up n hit the road
Where ever they were jammin'
She would go, go, go
Every single 'hole in the wall'
From here to Shreveport
She had them in the palm of her hands,
A screamin' for more
She likes to play, she loves to rock
Yeah, she’s closer to the bottom,
But she’s headed for the top
She’s gotta dream, to be a star
Dressed in black, like a Johnny Cash
With a pink guitar
Someday she’s gonna play that Grand Opry stage
Soon you’ll see it hangin' next Minnie Pearl’s hat
In the Country Music’s Hall of Fame!
Yeah eh yeah
Oh, she likes to play (play), she loves to rock (rock)
She’s gotta dream (dream), to be a star (be a star)
Dressed in black, like a Johnny Cash
She’s likes to play, she loves to rock
Yeah, she’s closer to the bottom,
But she’s headed for the top
She’s gotta dream, to be a star
Dressed in black, like a Johnny Cash
With a pink guitar (pink guitar)
I said a pink guitar (with a pink guitar)
She plays a PINK Guitar…
I said a pink guitar