This 3500 Chevy rust book is
pulling on to the strip.
My eyes gonna need gels and Vizine after pulling a graveyard shift.
I got a heel on the gas,
been hauling since playing for the Husker State.
I'm running on
film,
swearing this run might be old gals last laid.
Well the colonel just called, said
the next song might go all the way to the top.
Dang I need love 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 quick to keep the damn thing on the rails.
Still praying 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 dime.
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 quick to keep the damn thing on the rails.
I'm getting burned out,
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.
High, high, high on a hog.
Well I've been to palaces in South Dakota,
I bowed and I kissed the rain.
I've dined with the Derry Princess
Men and sold them their Radio King.
I've come pretty far,
they call me a star,
the boys still rule their throne.
I got my name in the lights shining tonight.
But all their glitters ain't really gold.