Pistol Annies - Takin' Pills lyrics
[Pistol Annies - Takin' Pills lyrics]
She's on the highest dose of
Prozac a woman can take
She likes to pop her pain
Pills with every little ache
She's got a Tennessee mountain point of view
If you're gonna have one might
As well have two
Raised up right in the hills of Kentucky
Although she ain't gonna smile 'til
She lights up her Lucky
No filter on her mouth or her cigarettes
Oh, baby what you're lookin' at
Is what you get
Yeah we owe 400 dollars to
The boys in the band
Gas light's blinking on our broke down van
We're living off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Now who in the hell is gonna pay these bills
When one's drinkin', one's smokin'
One's takin' pills
She's a rootin' tootin' pistol from
The Lone Star State she mixes up a double at
The break of every day
She might get crazy but she don't get mean
Until some drunk cowboy asks her to sing
We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas light's blinking on our broke down van
We're living off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Now who in the hell is gonna pay these bills
When one's drinkin', one's smokin'
One's takin' pills
Well 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
Yeah we owe 400 dollars to
The boys in the band
Gas light's blinking on our broke down van
We're living off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell is gonna pay these bills
When one's drinking, one's smoking
One's taking pills
Prozac a woman can take
She likes to pop her pain
Pills with every little ache
She's got a Tennessee mountain point of view
If you're gonna have one might
As well have two
Raised up right in the hills of Kentucky
Although she ain't gonna smile 'til
She lights up her Lucky
No filter on her mouth or her cigarettes
Oh, baby what you're lookin' at
Is what you get
Yeah we owe 400 dollars to
The boys in the band
Gas light's blinking on our broke down van
We're living off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Now who in the hell is gonna pay these bills
When one's drinkin', one's smokin'
One's takin' pills
She's a rootin' tootin' pistol from
The Lone Star State she mixes up a double at
The break of every day
She might get crazy but she don't get mean
Until some drunk cowboy asks her to sing
We owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas light's blinking on our broke down van
We're living off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Now who in the hell is gonna pay these bills
When one's drinkin', one's smokin'
One's takin' pills
Well 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
Yeah we owe 400 dollars to
The boys in the band
Gas light's blinking on our broke down van
We're living off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell is gonna pay these bills
When one's drinking, one's smoking
One's taking pills