This 3500 Chevy rust buck
Is pulling on to the strip
My eyes gonna need gels and bi-zine
After pulling a graveyard shift
I got a heel on the gas
Been hauling ass since playing for the Husker State
I'm running on film
Swearing this run might be old gal's last slate
Well the colonel just called
Said the next song might go all the way to the top
Dang how he loves to dangle the carat
When I'm busting my tail in the slot
But I roll up these puffy sleeves And I put on these fake eyelashes
Might look like the dream But being corn queen
Hell it ain't all crowns and sashes I've been fighting my way
To the cherry red
nails
Biting them down to the quid
Keep the damn thing on the rails
I'm still paying my dues
I hope it all pays off Well it's a heavy crown
But it don't get me down Cause I'm sitting pretty high on a hog
Mama made my clothes And rocked me in a crib
In a baby blue single white
Daddy worked nights for the corn plant
Till he struck out his own die The only
thing I've known is going for broke
So even if the whole thing fails Well
I'd rather never make it in my own lane
Than ride in on coattails I've been fighting my way
To the cherry red nails Biting them down to the quid
Keep the damn thing on the rails I'm
getting burned now I'm burning up this road
If my only legacy is the songs that I
sing I'll be sitting pretty high on a hog
Well
I've been to palaces in South Dakota I bowed and I kissed the rain
I dined with the Dairy Princess of 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 tonight But all their glitters ain't really gold