[Verse 1] I was raised where the county line Barely made the map at all Daddy’s name could shake a room Before I ever learned to crawl Every scar he wore like a medal Every bridge he burned still stood He’d drink till the moon got tired Then raise hell like only he could Come home with blood on his knuckles And a grin like he’d won the war Folks look at me and shake their heads “Girl, you’re just like him for sure” [Chorus] Yeah, Daddy was a pistol And I’m a daughter of the gun I learned young you don’t back down When the hard times come I don’t go huntin’ trouble But trouble knows where I’m from Yeah, Daddy was a pistol And I’m a daughter of the gun [Verse 2] Pull up to any roadside bar They already know my face Bartender sets my whiskey down Before I even take my place Some old-timer leans in laughing Says, “You’ve got your daddy’s eyes” Sheriff just tips his hat at me Like he knows what’s on my mind I smile and roll my shoulders Let that first drink burn Ain’t here to make a scene tonight But I know when it’s my turn [Chorus] Yeah, Daddy was a pistol And I’m a daughter of the gun I learned young you don’t back down When the hard times come I don’t go huntin’ trouble But trouble knows where I’m from Yeah, Daddy was a pistol And I’m a daughter of the gun [Verse 3] He taught me how to stand my ground And never beg a soul How to walk away from a bad hand But fight when pushin’ takes its toll I got his temper in my blood His stubborn in my bones But somewhere underneath it all I made this life my own They can call me reckless They can call me hard to tame But I won’t spend my whole damn life Hiding from the family name [Bridge] Some fathers leave a fortune Some leave a house and land Mine left behind old stories And a name they understand He left some scars I won’t deny And lessons carved in stone So I took what I could carry And made a road of my own I could’ve run from what he gave me But I learned to wear it proud ‘Cause Daddy always was a pistol And I was never just a girl in the crowd [Chorus] Yeah, Daddy was a pistol And I’m a daughter of the gun I learned young you don’t back down When the hard times come I don’t go huntin’ trouble But trouble knows where I’m from Yeah, Daddy was a pistol And I’m a daughter of the gun [Outro] Every little town’s got a wild one With a story left to prove Daddy made his mark in red dirt I’m still walkin’ in those boots He struck the match behind him I just learned to hold the flame Not a copy, not a shadow Just a woman with his name Boots still dusty from the backroads Old scars I won’t erase Knuckles might be a little softer But I still know my place Call it outlaw Call it legacy Call it bloodline if you choose I call it every lesson He never knew he taught me to use When the dust finally settles And the last bar closes down They’ll remember Daddy’s name And the daughter who stuck around Yeah, Daddy was a pistol Raised hell beneath the sun But I’m more than what he left me Still his daughter Still his daughter of the gun
