Cannonball - The McClymonts

Momma had two girls, pretty little angels

Bows & dresses and sunday school

Along came the baby, oh lord save me

Must’ve been born 'neath an angry moon

Oh momma cried 'what did i do?'

She didn’t like playin with baby dolls

She didn’t play nice with the other girls

She grew lean, she grew tall

Racin round the town like a cannonball

Oh daddy yelled 'girl, get back to school'

Many hearts will fall

She’ll take your number but never call

And when she flies she’s beautiful

Cause you can’t hold onto a cannonball

She don’t drink tea, no, with the ladies

She’s down at the creek where the boys go wild

Raisin hell and drivin them crazy

Beingin love just ain’t her style

Oh the preacher cried 'lord how I’ve tried'

Many hearts will fall

She’ll take your number but never call

And when she flies she’s beautiful

Cause you can’t hold onto a cannonball

When the rooster starts to crow

Shell be up, she’ll be gone

You’ve been told and you’ve been warned

You can’t hold onto a cannonball

Any hearts will fall

She’ll take your number but never call

When she flies she’s beautiful

Cos you can’t hold onto a cannonball

Can’t hold on

Can’t hold onto a cannonball

Brooke McClymont/Erin Sherlock