Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Miranda Lambert
Miranda Lambert
Vocal de apoio
Ashley Monroe
Ashley Monroe
Vocal de apoio
Angaleena Presley
Angaleena Presley
Vocal de apoio
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Baixo
Fred Eltringham
Fred Eltringham
Bateria
Joshua Grange
Joshua Grange
Violão
Stuart Mathis
Stuart Mathis
Violão
Mike Wrucke
Mike Wrucke
Violão
Michael Webb
Michael Webb
Teclados
Rami Jaffee
Rami Jaffee
Violão
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Guitarra elétrica
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Miranda Lambert
Miranda Lambert
Composição
Ashley Monroe
Ashley Monroe
Composição
Angaleena Presley
Angaleena Presley
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Frank Liddell
Frank Liddell
Produção
Mike Wrucke
Mike Wrucke
Produção
Nick Kallstrom
Nick Kallstrom
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Richard Dodd
Richard Dodd
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[Verse 1]
She's on the highest dose of Prozac a woman can take
She likes to pop her pain pills with every little ache
She's got a Tennessee mountain point of view
If you're gonna have one, might as well have two
[Verse 2]
Raised up right in the hills of Kentucky
Although she ain't gonna smile 'til she lights up her Lucky
No filter on her mouth or her cigarettes
Oh, baby, what you're lookin' at is what you get
[Chorus]
We owe four hundred dollars to the boys in the band
Gas light's blinkin' on our broke-down van
Livin' off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossin' our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well, who in the hell's gonna pay these bills
When one's drinkin', one's smokin', one's takin' pills
[Verse 3]
She's a rootin' tootin' pistol from the Lone Star State
She mixes up a double at the break of every day
She might get crazy, but she don't get mean
Until some drunk cowboy asks her to sing
[Chorus]
We owe four hundred dollars to the boys in the band
Gas light's blinkin' on our broke-down van
We're livin' off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossin' our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well, who in the hell's gonna pay these bills
When one's drinkin', one's smokin', one's takin' pills
[Instrumental]
Well, we ain't ashamed of who we are
We like fast men and cheap guitars
Ain't tryna get rich, just tryna get by
By playin' for tips on Saturday night
[Chorus]
'Cause we owe four hundred dollars to the boys in the band
Gas light's blinkin' on our broke-down van
We're livin' off truck stop burgers and fries
Crossin' our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well, who in the hell's gonna pay these bills
When one's drinkin', one's smokin', one's takin' pills
[Outro]
Ah-ha
Written by: Angaleena Presley, Ashley Monroe, Miranda Lambert
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