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Redhead Lyrics - Caylee Hammack Ft. Reba McEntire | Pendona Music

Redhead - Caylee Hammack

Play the audio for 'Redhead'

[Verse 1: Caylee Hammack]
Momma was a hot head, daddy was a redneck
Grew up in a single wide when Reagan was president
Spooning in a twin size, newly wed 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 running all the red lights
Big eyes, bigger mouth, wild child complex
They didn't have a clue how to raise a little redhead

[Chorus: Caylee Hammack]
Ooh, they got their hands full, trying to tame a pistol
Spitfire, freckles that could run a mother dead
Clothes line, tight ropes, dare devil, high hopes
They raised a little hell when they raised a little redhead

[Post-Chorus: Caylee Hammack]
Now tell us how it, Reba

[Verse 2: Reba with Caylee Hammack]
Living with the 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


[Chorus: Reba with Caylee Hammack]
Woah, they got their hands full, trying to tame a pistol
Spitfire, freckles that could run a mother dead
Clothes line, tight ropes, dare devil, high hopes
They raised a little hell when they raised a little redhead

[Intrumental]

[Chorus: Caylee Hammack with Reba]
Ooh, they got their hands full, trying to tame a pistol
Spitfire, freckles that could run among the dead
Clothes line, tight ropes, dare devil, high hopes
They raised a little hell when they raised a little redhead

[Outro: Caylee Hammack with Reba]
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
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