It's been a real long three-hundred and thirty-five days

And the last time, it wasn't good anyway

I'm so lonely, lonely with a capital "h"

If you know what I mean, I've been sitting on the washing machine.

Ain't nobody's tool up in my shed

Ain't nobody's boots under my bed

Ain't nobody's truck up in my drive

For a late night call, for a real good time

Ain't no new notches on my belt

And I'm tired of keepin' my hands to myself

911, it's officially a cry for help

Y'all, I'm going through a dry spell, yep.

So, tell me, what's a self-respectin' girl to do?

I got the bacon, and no one to bring it home to

It's a drought out here, waitin' on a storm

I think it's time for me to take the bull by the horns.

Ain't nobody's tool up in my shed

Ain't nobody's boots under my bed

Ain't nobody's truck up in my drive

For a late night call, for a real good time

Ain't no new notches on my belt

And I'm tired of keepin' my hands to myself

911, it's officially a cry for help

Y'all, I'm going through a dry spell, yep.

Ain't nobody's tool up in my shed

Ain't nobody's boots under my bed

Ain't nobody's truck up in my drive

For a late night call, for a real good time

Ain't nobody to roll with in the hay

And nobody but the chickens are gettin' laid

911, it's officially a cry for help

Y'all, I'm going through a dry spell, yep.