Pink Guitar - Reba McEntire

She saw it in the window,

Just a 'callin' out her name

She mowed the grass, took out the trash

And she saved, saved, saved

Bought it on Monday,

Had a gig on Friday night

In the garage, in front of her mom,

She came alive

She likes to play, she loves to rock

Yeah, she’s closer to the bottom

But she’s headed for the top

She’s gotta dream, to be a star

Dressed in black, like a Johnny Cash

With a pink guitar

She didn’t go to college,

She just up n hit the road

Where ever they were jammin'

She would go, go, go

Every single 'hole in the wall'

From here to Shreveport

She had them in the palm of her hands,

A screamin' for more

She likes to play, she loves to rock

Yeah, she’s closer to the bottom,

But she’s headed for the top

She’s gotta dream, to be a star

Dressed in black, like a Johnny Cash

With a pink guitar

Someday she’s gonna play that Grand Opry stage

Soon you’ll see it hangin' next Minnie Pearl’s hat

In the Country Music’s Hall of Fame!

Yeah eh yeah

Oh, she likes to play (play), she loves to rock (rock)

She’s gotta dream (dream), to be a star (be a star)

Dressed in black, like a Johnny Cash

She’s likes to play, she loves to rock

Yeah, she’s closer to the bottom,

But she’s headed for the top

She’s gotta dream, to be a star

Dressed in black, like a Johnny Cash

With a pink guitar (pink guitar)

I said a pink guitar (with a pink guitar)

She plays a PINK Guitar…

I said a pink guitar