She's on the highest dose of Prozac a women can take
She likes to pop her pain pill with every little ache
She's got a Tennessee mountain point of view
If your 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 cigarette
Baby what your lookin' at is what you get

We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights blinkin' on our broke down van
Livin' off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossin' our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell's gonna pay these bills
Ones drinkin', ones smokin', ones takin' pills

She's a rootin' tootin pistol from the lone star state
She mixes up a double at the break of every day
She might get crazy but she don't get mean
'Til some drunk cowboy asks her to sing

We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights blinkin' on our broke down van
Livin' off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossin' our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell's gonna pay these bills
Ones drinkin', ones smokin', ones takin' pills


Well we ain't ashamed of who we are
We like fast men and cheap guitars
Ain't tryin' to get rich just tryin' to get by
By playin' for tips on Saturday night

'Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights blinkin' on our broke down van
Livin' off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossin' our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell's gonna pay these bills
Ones drinkin', ones smokin', ones takin' pills