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 your gonna have one might as well have two

Raised up right in the hills of kentucky,

No she ain't gonna smile til she lights up her lucky,

No filter on her mouth or her cigerettes

Oh baby what your lookin' at is what you get

Ya 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

Now who in the hell is gonna pay these bills

When one's drinking, ones smoking, ones taking pills

She's a root tootin' pistol from the lonestar state

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

She might get crazy but she don't get mean

Until some drunk cowboy asks her to sing

Ya 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

Now who in the hell is 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 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

Now who in the hell is gnona be pay these bills

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