[Intro ]
D  G  D  G 


verse 1 
G     D                           G 
Momma was a hot head, daddy was a redneck 
             D                           G 
Grew up in a single wide when Reagan was president 
D               C                     G 
Spooning in the twin size, newly wed business 
                 D                              G      D G 
Didn't know they gonna have themselves a little redhead 

G    D           C            D                 G 
Nine months from Valentine's, blamed it on the red wine 
D                                                G 
Bought a station wagon, stopped running all the red lights 
D                                  G 
Big eyes, bigger mouth, wild child complex 
     D             C           D              G       D 
They didn't have a clue how to raise a little redhead 


Chorus 
G              C           D 
They got their hands full, trying to tame a pistol 
G                             D 
Spitfire, freckles that could run among the dead 
G             C           D 
Clothes line, tight rope, dare devil, high hopes 
                     C              G                   D 
They raised a little hell when they raised a little redhead 
D 
Now tell us how it is little girl 


verse 2 
D                                      G 
Living with the sunburn, running with scissors 
D                                          G 
Daddy's belt couldn't help simmer down the temper 
D         C           Bm           G 
Bull in a china shop, rose colored reckless 
D              C               Bm             G      D 
Tried to run away, but trouble loves a little redhead 


Chorus 
D   G                          D 
Oh, they got their hands full, trying to tame a pistol 
G                             D 
Spitfire, freckles that could run among the dead 
G             C           D 
Clothes line, tight rope, dare devil, high hopes 
                     C               G                  D 
They raised a little hell when they raised a little redhead 


Solo 
D   G C   D    G C   D   G C 
D   D C   Bm   G 


Chorus 
G                              D 
Oh, they got their hands full, trying to tame a pistol 
G          C       D 
Spitfire, freckles that could run among the dead 
G             C           D 
Clothes line, tight rope, dare devil, high hopes 
                     C              G                   D 
They raised a little hell when they raised a little redhead 


Outro 
G            C              D       G 
God made the blondes, black haired, and the brunettes 
D             C           G 
Devil dropped in, said, I don't think you're done yet 
D            C           G 
Let's make a compromise, make an angel backslide 
D               C            D             G 
So they chipped in, and they made a little redhead