Daddy's Little Devil

(One, two, three, four) The empty bottle of jack on my floorboard Tells the world I'm not the angel momma claims The fruit I took from the tree comes from my daddy's family And I'm hell-bent on breakin' hearts and rebellion The little girl my momma hoped and prayed for Ain't the little girl that she got at all I don't do pearls and wine Black leather's more my style And I take shots of bourbon just fine I speak my opinions with this guitar in hand Won't ever settle down 'cause I can be my own damn man I ain't momma's little angel I'm daddy's little devil Momma put me in cotillion with high hopes they'd be Able to turn me into a lady But my stubborn will resisted and I made a petition That wrecked all of my momma's dreams The little girl my momma hoped and prayed for Ain't the little girl that she got at all I don't do pearls and wine Black leather's more my style I take shots of bourbon just fine I speak my opinions with this guitar in hand Won't ever settle down 'cause I can be my own damn man I ain't momma's little angel I'm daddy's little devil No stone was left unturned Momma'd put me on a bridge and I'd just Burn that sucker down And watch her efforts drown The little girl my momma hoped and prayed for Ain't the little girl that she got at all I don't do pearls and wine Black leather's more my style And I take shots of bourbon just fine I speak my opinions with this guitar in hand Won't ever settle down 'cause I can be my own damn man I ain't momma's little do good Precious Halo wearin' angel I'm daddy's little devil