Lyrics Redhead - Reba McEntire , Caylee Hammack

Momma was a hot head, daddy was a redneck
Grew up in a single wide when Reagan was president
Spoonin′ in a twin size, newlywed business
Didn't know they gonna have themselves a little redhead

Nine months from Valentine′s, blamed it on the red wine
Bought a station wagon, stopped runnin' all the red lights
Big eyes, bigger mouth, wild child complex
They didn't have a clue how to raise a little redhead

Oh, they got their hands full, tryin′ to tame a pistol
Spitfire, freckles that could run among the dead
Clothes line, tightrope, daredevil, high hopes
They raised a little hell when they raised a little redhead
Now tell us how it is, uh-hum

Living with a sunburn, running with scissors
Daddy′s belt couldn't help simmer down the temper
Bull in a china shop, rose-colored reckless
Tried to run away, but trouble loves a little redhead

Oh, they got their hands full, tryin′ to tame a pistol
Spitfire, freckles that could run among the dead
Clothes line, tightropes, daredevil, high hopes
They raised a little hell when they raised a little redhead, mm

Oh, they got their hands full, tryin' to tame a pistol
Spitfire, freckles that could run among the dead
Clothes line, tightropes, daredevil, high hopes
They raised a little hell when they raised a little redhead

God made the blondes, black-haired, and the brunettes
Devil dropped in said, "I don′t think you're done yet"
Let′s make a compromise, make an angel backslide
So they chipped in, and they made a little redhead