Guns & Gravel

You see a little girl sitting in a lawn chair Twirling her long blonde hair You think oh man what's she doing here This fire's about to get real Oh yeah she's rolling up some of that green This night's about to get mean She runs wild Runs with the wind Loads it up Makes me smoke again Little girls are made of guns and gravel Fireworks suntans jeans and flannel Mama tried she took a gamble But this girl's made of guns and gravel You just might catch me up on your tailgate Shaking my sweet thang If you see them blue lights Pulling in your place My girl's will make a scene We'll run wild We'll run away Past the creek We'll make our break Little girls are made of guns and gravel Fireworks suntans jeans and flannel Mama tried she took a gamble But this girl's made of guns and gravel Bitten by a firefly She'll leave you stinging Like a sunburn sky Blowing smoke Into your mind Little girls are made of guns and gravel Fireworks suntans jeans and flannel Mama tried she took a gamble But this girl's made of Little girls are made of guns and gravel Fireworks suntans jeans and flannel Mama tried she took a gamble But this girl's made of guns and gravel Guns and gravel Guns and gravel