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 cigarettes Oh baby what your lookin' at is what you get 'Cause 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 Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills When one's drinking, one's smoking, one's 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 'Cause 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 Well who in the hell is gonna be 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 'Cause 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 Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills When one's drinking, one's smoking, one's taking pills