[Intro] Red dirt on my tires Moon hanging low Everybody in this county Knows the name I know I was born into a story I never got to choose Daddy left me his shadow And a pair of worn-out boots [Verse 1] I come from a two-lane nowhere Where the church bell knows the bars Where folks still tell old stories About the man who wore my scars Daddy had a temper like thunder And a heart he kept locked down He could walk into a room And turn every head around He drank hard, fought harder Never learned when to leave Came home with blood on his collar And a wild look I could read Everybody said, “That girl’s his” Before I knew what that meant Like his sins were in my bloodstream Like his name was my sentence [Pre-Chorus] I spent years trying to outrun Every rumor, every flame Then I realized you can’t escape A bloodline or a name [Chorus] Daddy was a pistol Mama said, “Girl, don’t become him” But I’ve got fire in my veins And I learned how to defend ’em I don’t go searching for a battle But I won’t run when one comes I’m not the man who raised me But I’m still his daughter of the gun Yeah, Daddy was a pistol And I’m his daughter of the gun [Verse 2] Walk into a backroad tavern And the room gets quiet first Bartender sees my face Like he’s seen a ghost from years before Slides a whiskey down the counter Says, “Your daddy drank the same” I just stare into the amber Like I’m looking through his name Old sheriff at the corner Still remembers what he did Tips his hat and says, “That look Used to scare me when you were a kid” I laugh like it don’t matter Take a slow and steady sip Some memories taste like whiskey Some still cut you when they hit [Pre-Chorus] I know what people whisper When they think I’m out of earshot They see him when they look at me But they don’t know what I’ve fought [Chorus] Daddy was a pistol Mama said, “Girl, don’t become him” But I’ve got fire in my veins And I learned how to defend ’em I don’t go searching for a battle But I won’t run when one comes I’m not the man who raised me But I’m still his daughter of the gun Yeah, Daddy was a pistol And I’m his daughter of the gun [Verse 3] He taught me how to change a tire How to shoot and how to drive How to keep one eye on danger And the other on the night He taught me never trust a promise Made beneath a neon sign But he never taught me what to do With the softer parts of mine There were nights I heard him breaking When he thought nobody knew And mornings when he’d hold me Like he wished he could undo Every fight and every bottle Every door he slammed too hard Funny how the strongest people Can be fighting just as hard [Bridge] Some daughters inherit diamonds Some get pictures in a frame I inherited old stories And a complicated name He left scars I still remember Left some lessons I still use Left me wondering for a lifetime Which parts of him to lose I could hate him for the damage I could worship what he was But the truth ain’t black and white When the man you love is rough So I took the good and buried What I never could forgive And I built a life beyond him On my own terms, how I live [Breakdown] So if you see me at the bar With my boots beneath the chair Don’t mistake my quiet silence For a woman who won’t dare I’ve got his storm behind my eyes But I choose where lightning lands I inherited his fight Not every one of his demands [Final Chorus] Daddy was a pistol And I know what that can mean He left smoke around our memories And ghosts inside my dreams But I’m not bound to every mistake That he made before I came Blood may write the opening But I get to write the name I don’t go looking for trouble But I won’t bow when it comes I’m not the man who raised me I’m the woman I’ve become Yeah, Daddy was a pistol And I’m his daughter of the gun [Outro] These boots may carry his footsteps But they’re walking roads he never knew That blood may be inside me But the choices are still mine to choose Call it outlaw Call it legacy Call it blood beneath the sun Call it whatever you want to I know where I’m coming from And when the last light fades And the backroad night is done They’ll remember Daddy’s pistol But they’ll remember what I’ve become He was the storm before me I became the rising sun Daddy was a pistol... And I’m his daughter His daughter of the gun.
