Takin Pills

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She's on the highest dose of 
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prozac a woman can take,
She's likes to pop her pain pills 
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with every little ache,
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She's got a Tennessee mountain 
     A
point of view,
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If your gonna have one might as 
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well have two

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Raised up right in the hills of 
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Kentucky,
No she ain't gonna smile til she 
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lights up her lucky,
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No filter on her mouth or her 
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cigerettes
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Oh baby what your lookin' at is 
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what you get


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Ya we owe 400 dollars to the boys in
 the band
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Gas lights blinking on our broke 
down van
D
We're living on truck stop burgers 
and fries
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A
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy 
sign
    E
Now who in the hell is gonna pay 
these bills
     D                             
When one's drinking, ones smoking, 
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ones taking pills

A                                 
She's a root tootin' pistol from 
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the lonestar state
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She's mixes up a double at the 
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break of everyday
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She might get crazy but she don't 
     A
get mean
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Until some drunk cowboy asks her to
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 sing

D
Ya we owe 400 dollars to the boys in
 the band
A
Gas lights blinking on our broke 
down van
D
We're living on truck stop burgers 
and fries
A
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy 
sign
    E
Now who in the hell is gonna pay 
these bills
     D                             
When one's drinking, one's smoking,
              A
 one's taking pills

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Now we ain't ashamed of who we are
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We like fast men and cheap guitars
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Ain't trying to get rich just 
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trying to get by
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By playing for tips on a saturday 
A
night

D
We owe 400 dollars to the boys in 
the band
A
Gas lights blinking on our broke 
down van
D
We're living on truck stop burgers 
and fries
A
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy 
sign
    E
Now who in the hell is gnona be pay 
these bills
     D                             
When one's drinking, one's smoking,
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 one's taking pills