[Intro-Crunchy electric guitar riff, stomping kick drum, hand claps, driving bass, crowd chants, playful female vocal.]
Mama swears…
I came into this world…
With one hand making a fist…
And the other waving at trouble.
[Verse 1-Driving electric guitar, country-rock drums, punchy bass, playful story vocal.]
The nurse looked down and shook her head,
Said, “This girl’s gonna keep folks up instead.”
Daddy laughed, Mama rolled her eyes,
Guess they saw the wildfire in mine.
I climbed too high, ran too fast,
Never cared much about playing it safe.
If there’s a line you’re not supposed to cross…
I’m usually asking who painted it.
[Pre-Chorus-Drums build, guitar swells, harmony vocals rise.]
I’ve been called stubborn…
Too loud…
Too much…
I just call it being alive.
[Chorus-Full Southern rock band, huge guitars, pounding drums, gang harmonies, singalong.]
Trouble signed my birth certificate,
Left its name in permanent ink.
Mama prayed I’d settle down…
Trouble just laughed and bought me a drink.
I’ve got dirt on my boots,
Fire in my veins.
A little bit of sunshine,
A little hurricane.
If loving life’s a dangerous habit…
Then I don’t need a cure.
Trouble signed my birth certificate…
And I’m still signing yours.
[Verse 2- crunchy guitars, bass-forward rhythm, confident vocal.]
I’ve kissed mistakes and danced with fate,
Been running just a little bit late.
I’ve learned the hard way more than once,
That pride can be both curse and crutch.
But I’d rather live with a story to tell
Than spend my whole life playing it well.
You only get one shot at this ride…
I’m taking mine with the windows down.
[Pre-Chorus 2-Bigger drums, layered harmonies, rising guitars.]
I’m not reckless
I’m just allergic
To ordinary.
[Chorus-Bigger guitarsharmonies, energetic lead vocal.]
Trouble signed my birth certificate,
Stamped it bold in black and blue.
If chaos ever needs a partner…
It somehow knows just what to do.
I’m a backroad heart,
A barefoot soul.
You can’t fence in
What won’t be controlled.
If I leave a little dust behind…
That’s just proof I lived.
Trouble signed my birth certificate…
And I wouldn’t change a thing.**
[Bridge-Drops to kick drum, bass, hand claps, spoken vocal, then explosive.]
Here’s to the loud ones…
The black sheep…
The girls who refuse to shrink…
The ones who wear scars…
Like they’re part of the outfit.
Keep talking.
I’ll keep proving you wrong.
[Final Chorus-Full band, twin guitar leads, huge drums, gang vocals]
Trouble signed my birth certificate,
But grit raised this heart of mine.
Every wrong turn, every hard fall,
Turned into another finish line
I’m too wild to apologize,
Too honest to pretend.
I’d rather be remembered
Than fit in with the crowd again.
Trouble signed my birth certificate…
But courage signed my soul.
And I plan on living
Like both of ’em
Still own the pen.
[Outro-Guitar,stomping drums, crowd chants, final chord with laughing vocal.
Some folks leave footprints
I leave stories
I’m just getting started!
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