She’s got long blond hair blowin’ in the wind,
A smile like sunshine, born to never end.
Down at the coast where the salt meets the breeze,
She’s line dancin’ in boots, wild and free.
Twenty-four candles lit up the sky,
July 3rd, she was born to ride high.
The day before America blows out the flame,
But Emma’s the spark that started the flame.
So raise a beer to Emma tonight,
In her cowgirl hat under moonlight.
Spin her around to that old fiddle cry,
On the boardwalk under the red, white, and sky.
She’s mustard on a hot dog, sweet and bold,
Hot as July, with a heart of gold.
Yeah, she’s fire on the Fourth, but she came alive
On that third of July.
She don’t need much, just a six-pack chillin’,
A good ol’ song and a summer night thrillin’.
She’ll steal your heart with a wink and a laugh,
Kickin’ up dust in the photograph.
Bare feet in the sand, toes in the foam,
Every dive bar dance floor feels like home.
A rebel soul with a patriot’s pride,
She's American made and country inside.
So raise a beer to Emma tonight,
In her cowgirl hat under moonlight.
Spin her around to that old fiddle cry,
On the boardwalk under the red, white, and sky.
She’s mustard on a hot dog, sweet and bold,
Hot as July, with a heart of gold.
Yeah, she’s fire on the Fourth, but she came alive
On that third of July.
Oh, flags are flyin’, fireworks are near,
But Emma’s the reason we’re all cheerin’ here.
A toast to the girl with that spark in her eye—
Born to light up the American sky.
So raise a beer to Emma tonight,
With her cowgirl boots and that star-spangled light.
Dancin’ ‘til dawn with the coast on her mind,
She’s freedom wrapped in a Georgia pine.
She’s mustard on a hot dog, sweet and bold,
A summer story just waitin’ to be told.
Yeah, she’s fire on the Fourth, but she came alive
On that third of July.
So here's to Emma, born wild and right,
The girl before the stars take flight.
The third of July's finest line—
Emma, the reason we shine.