Lyrics
Pistol Annies
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
Written by LAMBERT, MIRANDA / PRESLEY, ANGALEENA / MONROE, ASHLEY
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.
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
Written by LAMBERT, MIRANDA / PRESLEY, ANGALEENA / MONROE, ASHLEY
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.