Family Tree

I was made by a long line of women
Who can hold more than their whiskey
Stories grow so long and winding
Fire and air made of mystery

She won't tell you her secret recipe
And she's got a chip on her shoulder
But I know now that she is me
When I get just a little bit older

All the women in my family tree
Became the biggest part of me
And the stories that remain untold
We lived out in our lives alone
I hope you don't share the bad dreams
But even if you do
I'll stay in therapy for you

I won't bite my tongue if I'm talking to an idiot
And sometimes I drive like grandma Janey did
Riding up on some truck's hitch
Just because he yelled "watch it"
I guess I got that same switch

Cause I won't tell you my secret recipe
And I got a chip on my shoulder
But I know now
That she is me when I get just a little bit older

All the women in my family tree
Became the biggest part of me
And the stories that remain untold
We lived out in our lives alone
I hope you don't share the bad dreams
But even if you do
I'll stay in therapy for you