My father tried to make a girl of me
They came to me, suitors three
I had the fire, held the old stories like they were gospel
Yeah, honor's not impossible
But you'd rather have me be docile
Is this life just a dry run?
Mailed fist reaching out to touch someone
Not enough daughter, not enough son
Someday I'm gonna make good
I am gonna make good
I am gonna make good on my promises
On my promises
First one, a child like I was then
It was a chill that would kill him
The second was red as the rose that he carried
He said we'd never be married
You know I'd rather be buried
Is this life just a dry run?
Mailed fist reaching out to touch someone
Not enough daughter, not enough son
Someday I'm gonna make good
I am gonna make good
I am gonna make good on my promises
On my promises
The third would have me in dresses and
A lady like the tradition says
I fought him then for that privilege, he suffered
Three broken bones, I discovered
I'd never know any others
Is this life just a dry run?
Mailed fist reaching out to touch someone
Not enough daughter, not enough son
Someday I'm gonna make good
I am gonna make good
I am gonna make good on my promises
On my promises
I'm good if I just wear white til I die
I'm good if I just keep what's right on my side
I'll always hold how your eyes looked so kind
So come on, let's ride
Someday I'm gonna make good
I am gonna make good
I am gonna make good on my promises
On my promises