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