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