She's on the highest dose of Prozac a woman can take,

She's 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

Baby what you're lookin' at is what you get

We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band

Gas lights 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 rootin' tootin' pistol from the lone-star state

She's mixes up a double at the break of everyday

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 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

We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band

Gas lights 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 be pay these bills
When one's drinking, one's smoking, one's taking pills