This thirty-five hundred 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 'Til 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
