8th Day Songtext
von Dean Brody

8 years old, gone fishin′
With a handful of worms
On a river bank with her daddy cheeks all smudged in dirt
Shes so proud, catchin' fish, missin′ both front teeth
Her daddy blind and happy, to the trouble she'll be
(And oh the trouble she'll be)
Complicated, wonder must have took more time
To figure her out
To get perfect just right
7 days he took then he said
It′s good but there′s just somethin' missin′ in my world
So on the 8th day, God made country girls
Mmmmhmmm, country girls
Teenage boy at an auction
Gettin' out bid on a truck
By a pony tail in the front row
Wearin′ boots and trackin' mud
Hes so mad
But she′s so cute
He just can't speak his mind


She winks as she passes
Says "Hon, looks like you'll need a ride"
(Oh aint he in for a ride)
Complicated, wonders gonna take him time
To figure her out
To get perfect just right
Couple dates in the woods
Then he said "this is good
You were the something missin′ in my world"
Thank heaven on the 8th day
God made country girls
Mmmmhmmm, country girls
Make you laugh
Make you cry
Make you pace the porch on a friday night
With a shotgun at your side
Cuzy he′s late again
Screen door creeks
Your wife steps out
She said "Honey, you stand down, that used to be you and I
And, don't you forget, and if he′s anything like you
He's in over his head
Complicated, wonders gonna take some time
To figure her out
To get perfect just right
Cuz 7 days it took the Lord said "It′s good
But there's still somethin′ missin' in this world"
So on the 8th day
God made, country girls
Mmmmhmmm, country girls
Country girls, mmmhmmm
Country girls