She's on the highest dose
of Prozac a woman can take.
She likes to pop her pain
pills with every little ache.
She's got a Tennessee
mountain point of view,
If you're gonna have one
might as well have two.
Raised up right in the
hills of Kentucky,
Although she ain't gonna smile
'til she lights up her Lucky.
No filter on her mouth or her cigarettes
Oh, baby, what you're
lookin' at is what you get.
we owe 400 dollars
to the boys in the band,
Gas light's blinking
on our broke down van.
We're living on truck
stop burgers and fries,
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign.
Well, who in the hell is
gonna pay these bills
When one's drinking, one's
smoking, one's taking pills?
She's a rooting tootin' pistol
from the Lone Star state.
She mi es up a double at
the break of everyday.
She might get crazy
but she don't get mean
Until some drunk cowboy
asks her to sing.
we owe 400 dollars
to the boys in the band,
Gas light's blinking
on our broke down van.
We're living on truck
stop burgers and fries,
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign.
Well, who in the hell is
gonna pay these bills
When one's drinking, one's
smoking, one's taking pills?
Well, we ain't ashamed of who we are.
We like fast men and cheap guitars.
Ain't trying to get rich
just trying to get by
By playing for tips on a Saturday night
'Cause we owe 400 dollars
to the boys in the band,
Gas light's blinking
on our broke down van.
We're living on truck
stop burgers and fries,
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign.
Well, who in the hell is
gonna pay these bills
When one's drinking,
one'ssmoking,
one's taking pills?
Ohh Ye Ha
