Rhinestoned

Rhinestone cowgirls don't need nobody else

She'd rather roll one up than drink from the top shelf

She'd rather be high without a care in her mind

Riding a Mustang into the moonlight

They call her a loner

Buskin her ass through the Lonestar State

Grindin' her weed on a runaway freight

There's no place like home

She's a high-class stoner

Head held high, but she hangs low

Shining bright through a cloud of smoke

She's rhinestoned

Gave him her all and didn't get nothing back

So she slammed that door and smoked one last cigarette

Started the car, and she hits the gas

Ripped the rearview off and never lookin' back

He'd never be enough

And baby, just because

They call her a loner

Buskin her ass through the Lonestar State

Grindin' her weed on a runaway freight

There's no place like home

She's a high-class stoner

Head held high, but she hangs low

Shining bright through a cloud of smoke

She's rhinestoned

She's good as gone, and now he knows

That she left a long time ago

She's gone, she's gone

It's kinda hard to face the facts

When all she does is turn her back

She goes like smoke

They call her a loner

Buskin her ass through the Lonestar State

Grindin' her weed on a runaway freight

With no place to go

She's a high-class stoner

Head held high, but she hangs low

Shining bright through a cloud of smoke

She's rhinestoned