Gunpowder In Her Veil

[Verse 1]
I paid for this big white barn

String lights

Mason jars

All that charm

And there you are
Spinning with a man in a rhinestone scarf

He calls me "sir"
Like he ain't rehearsed that part

You used to sit on my boots like a horse in the yard,
Now you're riding shotgun in his beat-up car. 

[Chorus]
Baby girl
You broke my world in a tux and veil
Trading my last name for his fairytale
Yeah I'm smiling for the pictures
But I'm mad as hell
Got a toast in my hand
And gunpowder in her veil
Gunpowder in her veil

[Verse 2]
We practiced this dance on the kitchen tile
You stood on my feet
Ketchup on your smile

Now the DJ hits our song
And it don't feel right
You got your daddy in a rented suit
Trying not to fight

'Cause he dips you low
Like he's known you your whole damn life
While I bite my tongue
On every word that isn't "Wife"

[Chorus]
Baby girl
You broke my world in a tux and veil
Trading my last name for his fairytale
Yeah I'm smiling for the pictures
But I'm mad as hell
Got a toast in my hand
And gunpowder in her veil
Gunpowder in her veil

[Bridge]
[talking low vocal register]
I don't like the way he laughs
I don't like his daddy's truck
I don't like his fancy shoes
Or how he keeps calling it luck
But I'll stand here
Clap my hands
Like a good old fool
'Cause I raised a firestorm
That don't ask for my rules

[whispered vocals]
"Bring her back by Sunday Son"
Yeah
That joke got old
The day my little girl
Walked out in white and turned my black heart gold

[Chorus]
Baby girl
You broke my world in a tux and veil
Trading my last name for his fairytale
Yeah I'm smiling for the pictures
But I'm mad as hell
Got a toast in my hand
And gunpowder in her veil
Gunpowder in her veil

[outro]
That’s still my Baby girl,
Baby girl. 

[talking low vocal register]
I want you to remember this, you break my daughters heart I’ll make sure I’m the last thing you’ll ever see 

Modern outlaw Country, very angry song, deep raspy baritone, emotional acoustic, angry vocals, emotional piano, dark