Still My Little Girl

[Verse 1]
Got her first real dress hangin’ on the door
Lip gloss on and she’s askin’ “How’s this look?”
There’s a boy in a truck out in my drive
Hands on the wheel, eyes on my porch
[Chorus]
She’s still my little girl
Even in that world of curls and mascara
He’s shakin’ my hand, but I see his nerve
I’m tryin’ to trust, but I swear on this earth
If he’s got her home a minute late, I’m in the truck
Yeah, if that clock hits one past straight
I’m in the truck
[Verse 2]
Taught her how to shift on an old dirt road
Told her what respect means, made it real clear
Now there’s flowers on the seat where her car seat was
And she’s laughin’ like she’s grown, but I still hear
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I’ll be the porch light burning till she’s back inside
Say “Have a good time, baby,” but my jaw is tight
He better open every door, speak straight, stand tall
’Cause if that minute hand slips, you know I’ll be rollin’
Gravel flyin’, phone call comin’, name gettin’ called
[Chorus]

country, Warm modern country ballad with male vocals, midtempo band. Fingerpicked acoustic and soft organ pad in the verses; big, singalong drums and steel guitar swells in the chorus. Subtle bass walk-ups and slide licks underline the humor and protectiveness. Final chorus adds gang vocal ad-libs and a key lift for that proud-dad goosebump moment.