About the time I got comfortable
Along comes these good ole boys
Rearranging my “what I can do, what I should do and
What I want to do”
They want me to eat it like it’s good
Instead, now I have to go knock the dust off
My “oh hell no” boots
The last couple of weeks
All I can hear is my dads voice
Saying girls don’t do this and girls don’t do that
Girls can’t do this or that
That’s not because I wasn’t capable
But simply because I was not viewed
As the same caliber of a man
I remember thinking “what can I do”
I had to listen to the music of my voice
So I just went and did it to prove it wasn’t true
The penalty often was the wrath of my dad
Plus the moniker The Head Strong Child
And 35 years before we could reconcile
I married my childhood sweetheart
And realized that love IS blind
It was import to him for me to do only
What he wanted and needed
Silly boy didn’t think I would ask why
It’s not like I didn’t try to create
An environment where we could both survive
At some point you have to listen to the
Music of your own voice
I made it successfully through a 40 year career
Reminding myself daily that my music is
What I must hold dear
I had a format back then
Lots of people listened to
The music I would send
And lots of them were men
And now here comes these good old boys
Rearranging my “what I can do, what I should do
And what I want to do
It’s time to listen to the music
Of my own voice
I Have A Choice