Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? You left for London, when you were nineteen I bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen You wore it to the disco, where everyone was in jeans But you were just a rich girl, and only having fun Your worn out

But now I'm here bitch (but now I'm here bitch, but now I'm here bitch) They used to tell me, I couldn't go too far alone (oh far alone, alone) They used to always say I couldn't go too far alone (oh far alone) No you'll never gonna make this far Yeah,

Bleed dirty water, breathe dirty sky I feel an earthquake coming on I feel the metal in my bones I've been drinking dirty water I'm a natural disaster You're the morning after all my storms 'Cause I'm a natural disaster But I've been here before, after

That she's ever done But loving me's the craziest thing Way back when She did a hundred and ten In her dad's old Chevrolet And she once climbed Way up high To paint her name on a water tank

Let the good times roll, let the good times roll I don't care if you're young or old Get together, let the good times roll Hey, everybody, let's have some fun You only live but once And when you're dead you're done, so Don't sit there mumblin', talkin'

Whoa whoa whoa Here's one for the underdogs Let 'em hear you ya'll Well hell yeah they might get knocked down But everybody loves how they don't stay down for long Pretty soon they're ten feet tall From odds stacked, can't win, to the comeback kid Yeah

Please don’t pass me by If I'm walking but I don’t know why Can you love me if I put up a fight? You see my oldest friend Tell her that I’m gone again You take my old guitar The one that I once said was ours Don’t be blue You hum that old tune

she gets the best of everything i've got a society woman yes i got a society woman she lives in luxury but she keeps me in the strings well she want to be a cover girl and make headlines in the news she eats steaks and chicken i eat plain old kidney stew

They don't wanna see it happen But we say, "Fuck it" One way or another I'mma love you Slidin' under covers, undercover You know they don't wanna see us together But it don't matter, no, 'cause I got you Anytime you're under the weather Babe, we can

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it