My father tried to make a girl of me They came to me, suitors three I had the fire, held the old stories like they were gospel Yeah, honor's not impossible But you'd rather have me be docile [Chorus:] Is this life just a dry run? Mailed fist reaching out to touch someone Not enough daughter, not enough son Someday I'm gonna make good I am gonna make good I am gonna make good on my promises On my promises First one, a child like I was then It was a chill that would k** him The second was red as the rose that he carried He said we'd never be married But you know, I'd rather be buried
[Chorus] The third would have me in dresses and A lady like the tradition says I fought him then for that privilege, he suffered Three broken bones, I discovered I'd never know any others [Chorus] I'm good if I just wear white til I die I'm good if I keep what's right on my side I'll always hold how your eyes looked so kind So come on, let's ride Someday I'm gonna make good I am gonna make good I am gonna make good on my promises On my promises Someday I'm gonna make good I am gonna make good I am gonna make good on my promises On my promises