This 3500 Chevy Rustbuck
Pullin' on to the strip My eyes gonna need gels and Vizine
After pullin' a graveyard shift I gotta heal on the gas
Been haulin' ass since playin' for the Husker State
I'm runnin' on films,
swearin' this run Might be old gals last late
Well,
the colonel just called,
said the next song
Might go all the way to the top Dang,
how he loves to dangle the carrot
When I'm bustin' my tail in the slot
But I roll up these puffy sleeves
And I put on these fake eyelashes Might look like a dream,
but bein' corn queen
Hell,
it ain't all crowns and sashes I've been findin' my way
to the cherry red nails
Biting them down to the quick to keep the damn thing on the rails
Still prayin' my dues,
I hope it all pays off
Well,
it's a heavy crown,
but it don't get me down
Cause I'm sittin' pretty high on the hall
Mama made my clothes and rocked me in
a crib Then a baby blue single wife
He worked nights for the corn plant till he struck out his own dime
The only thing I known is goin' for
broke So even if the whole thing fails
Well,
I'd rather never make it in my own lane than ridin' on coattails
I've been findin' my way
to the cherry red nails
Biting them down to the quick to keep the damn thing on the rails
I'm burnin' up, I'm burnin' up this road
If my only legacy is the songs that I sing
I'll be sittin' pretty high on the hog High,
high,
high on the hog
Well,
I've been to palaces in South Dakota I bowed and I kissed the rain
I dined with the Dairy Princess from Minnesota Made Radio King
I've come pretty far,
they call me a star But boys still rule their throne
I got my name in the lights,
shining in the night But all their glitters ain't really gold