capo 3 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