Ten foot tall and bulletproof, always lookin' up to you I can see me, four years old, up on your shoulders The sound of gravel meant home from work Calloused hands, flannel shirt Kiss goodnight and bedtime prayers when the day was over
I've got your eyes, I've got your heart I've got your arms holdin' me I've got a place to land when I just can't make sense of anything This woman I'm becomin' the world might put some labels on her But no matter where I go, I'll always be My father's daughter Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Now I'm out here on my own but I'm still Princess in your phone You've stayed the same while my whole life's been changin' Been through heaven, been through hell Through it all, you loved me well Ain't no doubt that you and God are how I made it
I've got your eyes, I've got your heart I've got your arms holdin' me I've got a place to land when I just can't make sense of anything This woman I'm becomin' the world might put some labels on her But no matter where I go, I'll always be My father's daughter Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Sunday mornin', third row pew Takes me back to watchin' you Raise your hands and sing about the livin' water Swear you almost came apart When I asked Jesus in my heart Said Annie, don't forget you are your father's daughter
This woman I'm becomin' the world might put some labels on her But no matter where I go, I'll always be My father's daughter
Compositores: Anne Wilson, Matthew Joseph West (Matthew West), Emily Lynn Weisband, Jeff Pardo ECAD: Obra #42122755