"Daddy's Habits" lyrics

I got that hand me down dirty blonde
They ain't got at the salon
Thanks to my Momma
I got her dimple on my right cheek
Along with all her good genes
And most of her closet
And I didn't fall far from the tree
But Lord knows she's only half of me

I wear her Rebel Yell t-shirt when I'm raising hell
Even though she never did, 'cause I'm my father's kid
I put the pedal down, light a heart, burn it out
And if I ain't a saint, blame it on my last name
Born in a halo and a leather jacket
Got my Momma's looks and my Daddy's habits

I try to keep it in the lines
But I must've got his eyes
'Cause I'm always looking for trouble
My mouth's a gun
You'll only make it go off once
And I hold a grudge
But I don't hold onto no one

I wear her Rebel Yell t-shirt when I'm raising hell
Even though she never did, 'cause I'm my father's kid
I put the pedal down, light a heart, burn it out
And if I ain't a saint, blame it on my last name
Born in a halo and a leather jacket
Got myMomma's looks and my Daddy's habits

And I know it keeps her up at night
And she's praying for my wild side
But I know it makes her smile when I

I wear her Rebel Yell t-shirt when I'm raising hell
Even though she never did, 'cause I'm my father's kid
I put the pedal down, light a heart, burn it out
And if I ain't a saint, blame it on my last name
Born in a halo and a leather jacket
Got my Momma's looks and my Daddy's habits
My Momma's looks and my Daddy's habits