G - Riff - G - C - G - Riff - G - C - G
G D/F# Em
A little purple Ford, about to bust,
C
Completely stuffed,
Dsus D
With CD's, clothes and a bunch of old junk.
G D/F# Em
Her little sister can't understand why she's leaving us.
C
Her other sister says: "Shut up."
Dsus D
And baby brother's busy playing with his trucks.
G D/F# Em D
Oo-oh, she's good to go, on her own.
C G/B
Momma, hold your tears 'til she disappears:
Am D
My God, our baby's grown.
G D/F# Em
Oo-oh, she's gonna be all right,
D
She'll make a life,
C
Somewhere out there,
G/B
Just how or where,
Am
She doesn't care:
D
She only knows,
G
She's good to go.
Riff
From Fifteen to seventeen, I think she spoke two words,
That I never heard.
But I'm sure it had to do with something she disagreed with.
Tonight at dinner, there'll be an empty chair,
And a Daddy's prayer,
Asking for a little more faith to believe that:
Chorus
D
C G/B Am
I close my eyes and I see her in diapers on her rockin' horse.
D
Sellin' lemonade;
G D/F# Em D
First bike; first grade; first date; prom night.
N.C.
Now she's in the drive, wavin' goodbye.
Oo-oh, she's good to go, on her own.
Momma, hold your tears 'til she disappears:
My God, our baby's grown.
Oo-oh, she's gonna be all right,
She'll make a life,
Somewhere out there,
Just how or where,
She doesn't care:
She only knows,
She's good to go.
Yeah, I think she's good to go.
