American Barbie

[Intro - Telecaster pickup, fiddle answering pedal steel] [Verse 1] They call her M2 when she rolls online, American Barbie with a stubborn streak a mile wide, Red, white and blue and a smart-mouth grin, She don't knock on trouble, but she won't let it in. Got boots by the doorway, dust on the floor, A heart that's been through hell and still asks for more, Forty-seven summers put some silver in the gold, But you don't count the candles when the fire won't grow old. [Pre-Chorus] She ain't everybody's cup of tea, More like bourbon neat at half-past three. [Chorus] She's American Barbie, stars in her eyes, Little bit of thunder underneath blue skies, Pretty as a postcard, tough as a two-dollar steak, She'll laugh at the rules somebody else tried to make. Yeah, life left scars, but it couldn't take That red-white-and-blue running through her veins, American Barbie, wild and free, You can love her or leave her — She'll still be M2 to me. [Turnaround - fiddle and steel] [Verse 2] She'll post from the highway, the woods or the yard, One minute it's puppies, next minute opinions hit hard, A meme by breakfast, sunset by nine, And somewhere some poor fool's losing his mind online. She's got her convictions, don't hide 'em away, Says what she means and means what she'll say, She's buried some dreams, she's weathered goodbye, Learned grief ain't a grave if you're willing to rise. [Pre-Chorus] Some folks bend whichever way winds blow, She planted her boots and said, "I reckon, no." [Chorus] She's American Barbie, stars in her eyes, Little more lightning underneath blue skies, Pretty as a postcard, stubborn as a mule, Never needed strangers telling her what's cool. Yeah, time leaves lines, but here's the thing: Every little scar just sharpened her sting, American Barbie, wild and free, Raise a glass to the woman They call M2 on the screen. [Instrumental - chicken-pickin' guitar, fiddle takes over, pedal steel answers] [Bridge - half-time, warmer] There's an empty chair she still knows by heart, Some goodbyes don't end, they just change where they are, But morning keeps coming, and somehow she does too, With a joke for the darkness and a sky full of blue. [Build - snare pickup, fiddle rising] [Final Chorus] She's American Barbie, stars in her eyes, Still raising some hell underneath blue skies, Pretty ain't the story — it's the miles that she made, The nights she kept standing when the daylight gave way. Forty-seven trips and she's still got flame, Still laughing too loud, still saying her name, American Barbie, tried and true, Here's to the red, white, blue — And M2. [Outro - steel guitar and fiddle] Yeah, call her M2... American Barbie. [Classic country stop]