(Jeffrey Steele/Craig Wiseman)

A little purple Ford about to bust
Completely stuffed
With CD's,clothes and bunch of old junk
Her little sister can't understand why she's leaving us
Her other sister said,"Shut up"
An baby brother's busy playing with his trucks

Oh,she's good to go on her own
Momma hold her tears 'til she disappears
My God our baby's grown
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

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

Oh,she's good to go
Momma hold her tears 'til she disappears
My God our baby's grown
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

I close my eyes and I see her in diapers on her rockin' horse
Selling lemonade
First bike,first grade,first date,prom night
Now she's in the drive wavin' goodbye

Oh,she's good to go,on her own
Momma hold your tears 'til she disappears
My God our baby's grown
Oh,she's gonna be all right
She'll make a life
Somewhere out there
Just how or where
She doesn't car
She only knows
She's good to go

Yeah,I think she's good to