"My Daddy's Daughter with a Pistol"

V1 I come from South Georgia Where everybody knows our name Daddy never took the easy road Never played nobody's game He'd raise some hell, then wear the scars Like proof of every road he chose Folks say I got his fire in me Guess they ain't wrong about the rest Chorus Daddy was a pistol I'm his daughter with one too Learned to hold my head up high Learned exactly what to do I don't scare easy I don't turn and I don't run Daddy was a pistol I'm his daughter with one too V2 Sit down at any old barstool They already know who I am Before they even pour my whiskey They say, "Girl, you got his hands" Same blue eyes, same stubborn streak Same don't-back-down attitude I just laugh and raise my glass Say, "Yeah, I guess I do" Chorus Daddy was a pistol I'm his daughter with one too Learned to hold my head up high Learned exactly what to do I don't scare easy I don't turn and I don't run Daddy was a pistol I'm his daughter with one too Bridge Some dads leave a little money Some leave a house and a name Mine left a trail of stories And a heart that won't break He wasn't always easy He wasn't always right But he taught me how to stand tall And how to hold my own in a fight I can't change where I come from Can't erase the blood I know But I get to choose the woman And the path that I will go Final Chorus Daddy was a pistol I'm his daughter with one too Raised to hold my head up high That's exactly what I do I don't chase trouble But I ain't afraid of anyone Daddy was a pistol I'm his daughter with one too Outro He left me a name And a story to tell A few broken pieces And a little bit of hell I carry his fire But I walk my own line His blood runs through me But this life is mine Daddy was a pistol I'm his daughter with one too