Lyrics

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 till 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 blinkin' on our broke down van
Living on truck stop, burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
But who in the hell's gonna pay these bills?
When one's drinking, one's smoking,
One's taking pills

Well she's a root 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
'Till some drunk cowboy asks her to sing

We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas light's blinkin' on our broke down van
We're living on truck stop, burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
But who in the hell's gonna pay these bills?
When one's drinking, one's smoking
One's taking pills

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

'Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas light's blinkin' on our broke down van
We're living on truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
But who in the hell's gonna pay these bills?
When one's drinking, one's smoking
One's taking pills