Words and Music by Mary-Chapin Carpenter

She turn fifteen with great expectations

Her older brother knew somethin' was up

He caught her goin' through his record collection

Lookin' at Hendricks like a love sick pup

She begged and she pleaded 'till dad fin'lly listened

He drove her in the car down to sears roebuck

He bought her that guitar and that was the beginning

Now she's down in the cellar with the amp turned up

Girls with guitars, Daddy's little angel

Girls with guitars, what's the world comin' to

Girls with guitars, mothers tend to worry 'bout girls with guitars

Well, Saturday night she followed her brother

It was socks and stockin's on the old gym floor

While everybody danced to garage band covers

She was checking out riffs and memorizin' chords

She didn't care at all for the football heroes

She didn't even notice the basketball stars

Boys as a species were all a bunch of zero's

except for the ones who played that guitar

Ah, girls with guitars, she wasn't any debutante

Girls with guitars, she didn't go out for cheerleading

Girls with guitars, boys are kinda nervous 'round girls with guitars

She went off to college , she got her degree

Her parents breathed a sigh of great relief

Daddy's thinkin' law school, mother's thinking medicine

Daughters thinking how she's gonna break the news to them

Now there's an old chevy van just sittin' in the driveway

Filled to the gills with all her stuff

She cut a deal with her brother to drive up the highway

Figures New York City is close enough

She gets the audition through a friend of a friend

Who's checkin' out her legs, sayin', This'll never work

She flips on her boogie and turns to the b