A D A
She's on the highest dose of prozac a woman can take,
D A
She's likes to pop her pain pills with every little ache,
D A
She's got a Tennessee mountain point of view,
D A
If your gonna have one might as well have two
A D A
Raised up right in the hills of Kentucky,
D A
No she ain't gonna smile til she lights up her lucky,
D A
No filter on her mouth or her cigerettes
D A
Oh baby what your lookin' at is what you get
D
Ya we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
A
Gas lights blinking on our broke down van
D
We're living on truck stop burgers and fries
A
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
E
Now who in the hell is gonna pay these bills
D A
When one's drinking, ones smoking, ones taking pills
A D A
She's a root tootin' pistol from the lonestar state
D A
She's mixes up a double at the break of everyday
D A
She might get crazy but she don't get mean
D A
Until some drunk cowboy asks her to sing
D
Ya we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
A
Gas lights blinking on our broke down van
D
We're living on truck stop burgers and fries
A
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
E
Now who in the hell is gonna pay these bills
D A
When one's drinking, one's smoking, one's taking pills
A D A
Now we ain't ashamed of who we are
D A
We like fast men and cheap guitars
D A
Ain't trying to get rich just trying to get by
D A
By playing for tips on a saturday night
D
We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
A
Gas lights blinking on our broke down van
D
We're living on truck stop burgers and fries
A
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
E
Now who in the hell is gnona be pay these bills
D A
When one's drinking, one's smoking, one's taking pills