She's on the highest dose of Prozac a woman can take
She likes to pop her pain pills
With every little ache
Shes got a Tennessee mouth and point of view
If you're going to have one might as well have two

Raised up right in the hills of Kentucky
Although she aint gonna smile till she lights up her lucky
No filter on her mouth or her cigarettes
Baby what you're looking at is what you get

We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
The gas lights blinkin on our broke down van
Living off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hells gonna pay these bills?

One's drinking, one's smoking, one's taking pills

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

We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
The gas light's blinkin' on our broke down van
Living off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell's gonna pay these bills?

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 tryin' get by
By playin' for tips on a Saturday night

Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
The gas light's blinkin' on our broke down van
Living off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell's gonna pay these bills?

One's drinking, one's smoking, one's taking pills

ahhhhhhh yeehaw