(Jeffrey Steele/Craig Wiseman)



A little purple Ford about to bust

Completely stuffed

With CD's,clothes and bunch of old junk

Her little sister can't understand why she's leaving us

Her other sister said,"Shut up"

An baby brother's busy playing with his trucks



Oh,she's good to go on her own

Momma hold her tears 'til she disappears

My God our baby's grown

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



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



Oh,she's good to go

Momma hold her tears 'til she disappears

My God our baby's grown

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



I close my eyes and I see her in diapers on her rockin' horse

Selling lemonade

First bike,first grade,first date,prom night

Now she's in the drive wavin' goodbye



Oh,she's good to go,on her own

Momma hold your tears 'til she disappears

My God our baby's grown

Oh,she's gonna be all right

She'll make a life

Somewhere out there

Just how or where

She doesn't car

She only knows

She's good to go



Yeah,I think she's good to go