John Williamson - Cydi

She ^Gwalks like her old man^D, over ^Cactive and ^Gthin ^GShe laughs at all the ^Dsame things, that^C make her father ^Dgrin ^GShe's only ^D15, no ^Embrothers in her ^Cclan And her ^Cfather calls her ^GCydi, his ^Amright ^Dhand m^Gan

^GShe can drive a ^Dtractor, or ^Ccurse a useless ^Gdog ^GShear a sheep, ^Dstrain a fence or ^Ccut a nine foot ^Dlog She was ^Gmeant to be a ^Dboy, it ^Emdidn't go to ^Cplan But her ^Cfather loves his ^GCydi, his ^Amright ^Dhand m^Gan

But the ^Gboys in the ^Dtown today are ^Cturning their ^Gheads ^GIs that really ^DCydi, that ^Ctomboy kid of ^DTed's? She ^Gused to kick the ^Dfooty, win ^Emevery race we ^Cran Ted ^Cknew the world was ^Gchanging, for his r^Amight h^Dand ma^Gn

You won't ^Gfind her in the ^Dkitchen, ^Cshe won't make her ^Gbed She'd ^Grather make a ^Dsheep grate with a ^Cwelder in the ^Dshed Or ^Gjust be out there ^Din the bush ^Emdoing what she ^Ccan Just ^Cbeing with her ^Gfather, his ^Amright ^Dhand m^Gan

And her ^Gmother takes her ^Dshopping, it's ^Ctime she bought a ^Gdress G D C D Looking in the mirror, "Not bad" she must confess But I'd ^Grather have that ^Dpair of jeans and ^Emboots if I ^Ccan She's ^Cstill her father's ^GCydi, his ^Amright ^Dhand m^Gan

And the ^Gboys in the ^Dtown today are ^Cturning their ^Gheads ^GIs that really ^DCydi, that ^Ctomboy kid of ^DTed's? She ^Gused to kick the ^Dfooty, win ^Emevery race we ^Cran Ted ^Cknew the world was ^Gchanging, for his ^Amright ^Dhand m^Gan

Yeah her ^Cfather loved his ^GCydi, his ^Amright ^Dhand m^Gan