I Have Something to Show You, Child (I Ain't No Damn Child)

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Chloe and Rebecca

strattonel

Country-pop, soul, Celtic

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[Intro — piano, acoustic guitar]

R:
Come sit beside me, honey,
There's somethin' you should see—

C:
If this begins with "When I was your age,"
I'm leavin' immediately.

R:
Would you hush and let me finish?

C:
Sure, but first, for the record—

R:
Oh Lord.

C:
I ain't no damn child.

[Verse 1]

R:
I've seen the pretty pictures,
I've worn the pretty clothes,
I've smiled while perfect strangers
Told me things nobody knows.
I've learned that bein' wanted
Ain't the same as bein' known;
And sometimes crowds get loudest, girl,
When ya never felt so alone.

C:
That's lovely, truly, darlin',
And I'm sure ya mean it well,
But I've had my share of wakin' up
And wonderin' where the hell
The girl I was went wanderin',
And who came home instead—

R:
...Okay.

C:
So maybe don't call me child, love.

R:
Point taken.

C:
Good.

[Pre-Chorus]

R:
Still, I got somethin' to show you—

C:
And I've somethin' you should know—

R:
You don't have to fight me, sweetheart.

C:
Then quit callin' me that, so.

R:
Lord, you're difficult.

C:
I've heard.

R:
You gonna listen?

C:
...Go.

[Chorus]

R:
I have somethin' to show you, child—

C:
I ain't no damn child!

R:
There's that fire.

C:
There's that smile.

R:
You remind me of somebody—

C:
Yeah? She give ya trouble for a while?

R:
Every damn day.

C:
I think I'd like her.

R:
Honey, you'd adore her style.

C:
Then show me what ya came to show me—

R:
If you'll stay here for a while.

C:
I will.

R:
Good.

C:
But call me child again—

R:
Oh, hush.

C:
I'm just sayin'.

[Verse 2 — beat enters]

C:
I've learned that second chances
Come with numbers on the bill;
And every time ya change yer life,
Some part of ya stays still.
There's things I don't speak much about,
There's things I can't explain;
But I'm gettin' rather good, love,
At makin' music outta pain.

R:
Now that I understand, honey,
More than maybe you can tell;
They built a girl for everybody
And she learned her part too well.
Till one day underneath the glitter
I couldn't find myself at all—

C:
So what'd ya do?

R:
Got louder.

C:
Ah.

R:
What'd you do?

C:
Got back up after the fall.

[Pre-Chorus — overlapping]

R:
That's what I wanted to show you—

C:
Sure, I think I'm startin' to see—

R:
You can lose the girl they wanted—

C:
Without losin' all of me.

R:
You can change—

C:
You can break—

R:
You can want—

C:
You can ache—

R + C:
And still choose who you're gonna be.

[Chorus — bigger]

R:
I have somethin' to show you, child—

C:
Jesus, woman, still?

R:
I like the way it makes you mad.

C:
Oh, yer enjoyin' this.

R:
A little.

C:
You're terrible.

R:
Thank you.

C:
Wasn't praise.

R:
I'll take what I can have.

R:
I have somethin' to show you—

C:
Then show me, I'm right here.

R:
The parts of us we thought we'd lost—

C:
Don't always disappear.

R:
Sometimes they just grow quieter—

C:
Till somebody gets 'em heard.

R:
Exactly.

C:
...Don't look so pleased.

R:
You finally let me finish.

[Bridge — piano only]

R:
There was once a little girl
Who thought the whole world knew her name.

C:
There was one who thought good fortune
Meant she'd never lose the game.

R:
Mine learned fame could take her from herself.

C:
Mine learned comin' back could too.

R:
And I wish somebody'd told her—

C:
What?

R:
You don't owe the world the girl
It first decided you should be.

[pause]

C:
...Ah, hell.

R:
What?

C:
That was good.

R:
I know.

C:
Don't ruin it.

[Final Chorus — full band]

R:
I had somethin' to show you, child—

C:
And I ain't no damn child!

R:
No, you surely aren't.

C:
But maybe stay a while.

R:
We can be a little broken—

C:
We can be a little strange—

R:
Keep the pieces that we treasure—

C:
Let the others rearrange.

R:
We can mourn the girls we once were—

C:
Without wantin' 'em again.

R:
And if the world demands an answer—

C:
We don't owe it one, my friend.

R + C:
We are more than what has happened,
More than every mile we've run;
Not the girls that we started as—

C:
And thank Christ for that.

R:
Amen.

R + C:
We're still becoming someone.

[Outro — acoustic guitar, soft piano]

R:
So... I have one more thing to show you, child.

C:
Rebecca.

R:
Yes?

C:
I'm warnin' ya.

R:
You gonna get lucky at me?

C:
...Maybe.

R:
That's my girl.

C:
Oh, fer fuck's sake.

R:
See? Still somebody's child.

C:
Keep runnin', woman.

R:
[laughing]
Worth it.

C:
[laughing despite herself]
Yer impossible.

R:
Takes one to know one.

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[Intro — piano, acoustic guitar] R: Come sit beside me, honey, There's somethin' you should see— C: If this begins with "When I was your age," I'm leavin' immediately. R: Would you hush and let me finish? C: Sure, but first, for the record— R: Oh Lord. C: I ain't no damn child. [Verse 1] R: I've seen the pretty pictures, I've worn the pretty clothes, I've smiled while perfect strangers Told me things nobody knows. I've learned that bein' wanted Ain't the same as bein' known; And sometimes crowds get loudest, girl, When ya never felt so alone. C: That's lovely, truly, darlin', And I'm sure ya mean it well, But I've had my share of wakin' up And wonderin' where the hell The girl I was went wanderin', And who came home instead— R: ...Okay. C: So maybe don't call me child, love. R: Point taken. C: Good. [Pre-Chorus] R: Still, I got somethin' to show you— C: And I've somethin' you should know— R: You don't have to fight me, sweetheart. C: Then quit callin' me that, so. R: Lord, you're difficult. C: I've heard. R: You gonna listen? C: ...Go. [Chorus] R: I have somethin' to show you, child— C: I ain't no damn child! R: There's that fire. C: There's that smile. R: You remind me of somebody— C: Yeah? She give ya trouble for a while? R: Every damn day. C: I think I'd like her. R: Honey, you'd adore her style. C: Then show me what ya came to show me— R: If you'll stay here for a while. C: I will. R: Good. C: But call me child again— R: Oh, hush. C: I'm just sayin'. [Verse 2 — beat enters] C: I've learned that second chances Come with numbers on the bill; And every time ya change yer life, Some part of ya stays still. There's things I don't speak much about, There's things I can't explain; But I'm gettin' rather good, love, At makin' music outta pain. R: Now that I understand, honey, More than maybe you can tell; They built a girl for everybody And she learned her part too well. Till one day underneath the glitter I couldn't find myself at all— C: So what'd ya do? R: Got louder. C: Ah. R: What'd you do? C: Got back up after the fall. [Pre-Chorus — overlapping] R: That's what I wanted to show you— C: Sure, I think I'm startin' to see— R: You can lose the girl they wanted— C: Without losin' all of me. R: You can change— C: You can break— R: You can want— C: You can ache— R + C: And still choose who you're gonna be. [Chorus — bigger] R: I have somethin' to show you, child— C: Jesus, woman, still? R: I like the way it makes you mad. C: Oh, yer enjoyin' this. R: A little. C: You're terrible. R: Thank you. C: Wasn't praise. R: I'll take what I can have. R: I have somethin' to show you— C: Then show me, I'm right here. R: The parts of us we thought we'd lost— C: Don't always disappear. R: Sometimes they just grow quieter— C: Till somebody gets 'em heard. R: Exactly. C: ...Don't look so pleased. R: You finally let me finish. [Bridge — piano only] R: There was once a little girl Who thought the whole world knew her name. C: There was one who thought good fortune Meant she'd never lose the game. R: Mine learned fame could take her from herself. C: Mine learned comin' back could too. R: And I wish somebody'd told her— C: What? R: You don't owe the world the girl It first decided you should be. [pause] C: ...Ah, hell. R: What? C: That was good. R: I know. C: Don't ruin it. [Final Chorus — full band] R: I had somethin' to show you, child— C: And I ain't no damn child! R: No, you surely aren't. C: But maybe stay a while. R: We can be a little broken— C: We can be a little strange— R: Keep the pieces that we treasure— C: Let the others rearrange. R: We can mourn the girls we once were— C: Without wantin' 'em again. R: And if the world demands an answer— C: We don't owe it one, my friend. R + C: We are more than what has happened, More than every mile we've run; Not the girls that we started as— C: And thank Christ for that. R: Amen. R + C: We're still becoming someone. [Outro — acoustic guitar, soft piano] R: So... I have one more thing to show you, child. C: Rebecca. R: Yes? C: I'm warnin' ya. R: You gonna get lucky at me? C: ...Maybe. R: That's my girl. C: Oh, fer fuck's sake. R: See? Still somebody's child. C: Keep runnin', woman. R: [laughing] Worth it. C: [laughing despite herself] Yer impossible. R: Takes one to know one.

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