Just a (Bb)girl born in Dix ie, (F)washed in the Blood and raised on the banks of the (F)Mis sis sip pi mud, she al (Eb)ways had a thing a bout (Bb)fall in’ in love with a bad boy.

(Eb)Yeah, they could (Bb)see it all com in’, but her (F)dad dy nev er dreamed she’d grow up that fast.

You (F)know what I mean, the way (Eb)a girl gets when she turns sev en teen,

kind a cra zy.

(Eb)She’s a reb el child and a preach er’s daugh ter.

She was bap tized in dirt y wa ter.

Her ma ma cried the first time they caught her with me.

They (Eb)knew they could n’t stop (F)her.

She holds tight to me and the Bi ble on the back seat of my mo tor cy cle.

(Bb)Left her dad dy stand in’ there, (F)preach in’ to the choir, you see.

And God love her.

Oh, me and God (Gm7)love her.

She kissed her (Bb)ma ma good bye.

Said, “I’ll be sure and phone ya.” She (Gm7)called her from a truck stop in (F)Tuc son, Ar i zo na.

With a (Eb)maz ing grace, (Bb)we made Cal i for nia a live.

(Eb)And then my gyp sy life start ed (F)tak in’ its toll and the fast lane got emp ty and (F)out of con trol.

And, just like an an gel, (Bb)she saved my soul from the (Fsus)dev il.

(Eb)Yeah, she’s a

Oh, me and God (Gm7)love her.

(Eb)Now she holds tight to me and the Bi ble on the back seat of my (CN.C.)mo tor cy cle.

(Bb)Left her dad dy stand in’ there, (F)preach in’ to the choir, you (Gm7)see.

And God love her.

Oh, me and God (Gm7)love her.

God (Bb)love her.

Me and God

love her.