Right Hand Man (Acoustic)

When he saw two pink lines on the bathroom counter

Bet he thought plowing fields,

‘Stead of picking flowers

Oh A firstborn son to carry on the family name

Maybe that’s why he cried on the day I came

Was he asking himself, what’s a cowboy gonna do,

‘Cause Tractor Supply don’t sell ballerina shoes

I might’ve worn a pink bow to match that dress they put me in

But all I wanted to be was just like him

He got a shotgun rider in a harvester seat

And when that farm truck fired, he heard “Daddy take me”

Passing wrenches, swinging fences,

Maybe not like he planned

But daddy’s little girl

Was his right hand man

I had my mud on my hands, ‘stead of paint

On my fingers

He gave me my thick skin, and my first pair of Wranglers

Since the day these boots, could follow in

His footsteps

I’ve been trying to reach that bar he set

When he got a shotgun rider in a harvester seat

And when that farm truck fired, he heard “Daddy take me”

Passing wrenches, swinging fences,

Maybe not like he planned

But daddy’s little girl

Was his right hand man

Now there’s 500 miles between me and home

I might have grown up, but I’ll never outgrow

Being his shotgun rider

When that old farm truck fires he still hears “Dad wait for me”

Passing wrenches, swinging fences

Maybe not like he planned

Daddy’s little girl is still his right hand man

Daddy’s little girl was his right hand man