Corrections are as always very welcome Riff e--------------------- B--------3h5-3-------- G-----0h2------------- D--0h2---------------- A--------------------- E--------------------- A little purple Ford, about to bust, Completely stuffed, With CD's, clothes and a bunch of old junk. Her little sister can't understand why she's leaving us. Her other sister says: "Shut up." And baby brother's busy playing with his trucks. Oo-oh, she's good to go, on her own. Momma, hold your tears 'til she disappears: My God, our baby's grown. Oo-oh, she's gonna be all right, She'll make a life, Somewhere out there, Just how or where, She doesn't care: She only knows, She's good to go. Riff From Fifteen to seventeen, I think she spoke two words, That I never heard. But I'm sure it had to do with something she disagreed with. Tonight at dinner, there'll be an empty chair, And a Daddy's prayer, Asking for a little more faith to believe that: Chorus I close my eyes and I see her in diapers on her rockin' horse. Sellin' lemonade; First bike; first grade; first date; prom night. N.C. Now she's in the drive, wavin' goodbye. Oo-oh, she's good to go, on her own. Momma, hold your tears 'til she disappears: My God, our baby's grown. Oo-oh, she's gonna be all right, She'll make a life, Somewhere out there, Just how or where, She doesn't care: She only knows, She's good to go. Yeah, I think she's good to go.