High On The Hog

This 3500 Chevy rust bucket's

Pulling onto the strip

My eyes gonna need gels and Visine

After pulling a graveyard shift

I got a heel on the gas, been haulin' ass

Since playing for the Husker State

I'm running on fumes swearing this run

Might be ole gal's last leg

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 busting my tail in the slop

But I roll up these puffy sleeves

And I put on these fake eye lashes

Might look like the dream, but being Corn Queen

Hell, it ain't all crowns and sashes

I've been fighting my way

Tooth and cherry red nails

Biting 'em down

To the quick to keep the damn thing on the rails

I'm still paying my dues

I hope it all pays off

It's a heavy crown, but it don't get me down

'Cause I'm sittin' pretty high on the hog

Mama made my clothes and rocked me in a crib

In a baby-blue single wide

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 coat tails

I've been fighting my way

Tooth and cherry red nails

Biting 'em down to the quick

To keep the damn thing on the rails

I'm getting burned out

Of burning 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 a palace in South Dakota

I bowed and I kissed the ring

I dined with a Dairy Princess in Minnesota

Made radio king

I've come pretty far, they call me a star

But boys still rule that throne

I got my name in the lights, shining tonight

But all that glitters ain't really gold