(A)
Remember when we hung in the low places in 1979?
(A)
We used to think that it mattered to the man with the money
(E)
Where we spent our time
(A)
Well, I knew a little gal with a mohawk hairdo
(D)
and a chain around her neck
(A)
But you'd never recognize her if you saw her now
(E) (A)
She done something that you'd never expect
Chorus
(D)
She done traded in her Doc's for kicker boots
(A)
Safety-pinned tee shirts for Manuel Suits
(E)
Her hair's grown out and it's piled up high
(A)
She only shows her tattoos one at a time
(D)
She ain't ashamed of the way she was
(A)
She hears old Hank, she can't get enough
(E) (A)
Her punk rock records are gathering dust
N/C
'Cos little Ramona's gone hillbilly nuts
Thrashin' dancin' still out there, the bodies piled up high
She used to mosh in pit with the best of them
You could see those elbows fly
Well now she's drinking Blue Ribbon and jitterbuggin'
to the honky-tonkin' beat
Get that line dance outta here man
Give her room to move her feet
Chorus
You see her in thrift stores everywhere,
Hardly ever at a shopping mall
She acts just as tough as she always did
She just looks a little country, that's all
She's got Emmylou Patty Smity on a 90-minute cassette
'Cause where do you go after the end of the world
When you still ain't been there yet?
Chorus
Little Ramona's gone hillbilly nuts
Little Ramona's gone hillbilly nuts