Kristine Kabbes - Guns & Gravel

You see a little girl sitting in a lawn chair
Twirling her long blonde hair
You think oh man what's she doing here
This fire's about to get real
Oh yeah she's rolling up some of that green
This night's about to get mean
She runs wild
Runs with the wind
Loads it up
Makes me smoke again
Little girls are made of guns and gravel
Fireworks suntans jeans and flannel
Mama tried she took a gamble
But this girl's made of guns and gravel
You just might catch me up on your tailgate
Shaking my sweet thang
If you see them blue lights
Pulling in your place
My girl's will make a scene
We'll run wild
We'll run away
Past the creek
We'll make our break
Little girls are made of guns and gravel
Fireworks suntans jeans and flannel
Mama tried she took a gamble
But this girl's made of guns and gravel
Bitten by a firefly
She'll leave you stinging
Like a sunburn sky
Blowing smoke
Into your mind
Little girls are made of guns and gravel
Fireworks suntans jeans and flannel
Mama tried she took a gamble
But this girl's made of
Little girls are made of guns and gravel
Fireworks suntans jeans and flannel
Mama tried she took a gamble
But this girl's made of guns and gravel
Guns and gravel
Guns and gravel

Written by:
KRISTINE DITTMER, KRISTINE SPIELMANN

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