Tami Neilson - King of Country Music

God is in the garden, devil's in the dirt
Eve is picking apples, Adam's blaming her
Daddy was a guitar, mama was a gun
The king of country music, the daughter
Not the son
The daughter, not the son, the daughter
Not the son could the king of country
Music be the daughter, Not the son?

Got me some cows and I got me some chickens
Got me a dog and a guitar for picking fights
With folks who try to cut
The string on my kite that's right
No Southern drawl and no grit's from grandma
Eight thousand miles more south of Alabama
You can bet
Most famous girl ain't no one heard of yet
Heh, but I'm all set

God is in the garden, devil's in the dirt
Eve is picking apples, Adam's blaming her
Daddy was a guitar, mama was a gun
The king of country music, the daughter
Not the son
The daughter, not the son, the daughter
Not the son could the king of country
Music be the daughter, Not the son?

Miss Kitty Wells was the first show I opened
Ten years old singing Will the Circle
Be Unbroken next to her
Sometimes that country music
Pedigree is earned you watch and learn
Nashville trailer park, I was seventeen
Family band, Opryland
Playing sets between writing songs
Slipping demo tapes in laundry bags of stars
You don't get far

God is in the garden, devil's in the dirt
Eve is picking apples, Adam's blaming her
Daddy was a guitar, mama was a gun
The king of country music, the daughter
Not the son
The daughter, not the son, the daughter
Not the son could the king of country
Music be the daughter, Not the son?

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