takin’ pills – pistol annies
capo 3
A D A
she’s on the highest dose of prozac a woman can take ,
D A
she’s likes to pop her pain pills with every little ache ,
D A
she’s got a tennessee mountain point of view ,
D A
if your gonna have one might as well have two
A D A
raised up right in the hills of kentucky ,
D A
no she ain’t gonna smile til she lights up her lucky ,
D A
no filter on her mouth or her cigerettes
D A
oh baby what your lookin’ at is what you get
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 A
when one’s drinking , ones smoking , ones taking pills
A D A
she’s a root tootin’ pistol from the lonestar state
D A
she’s mixes up a double at the break of everyday
D A
she might get crazy but she don’t get mean
D A
until some drunk cowboy asks her to 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 A
when one’s drinking , one’s smoking , one’s taking pills
A D A
now we ain’t ashamed of who we are
D A
we like fast men and cheap guitars
D A
ain’t trying to get rich just trying to get by
D A
by playing for tips on a saturday 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 A
when one’s drinking , one’s smoking , one’s taking pills
takin’ pills – pistol annies
capo 3
A D A
she’s on the highest dose of prozac a woman can take ,
D A
she’s likes to pop her pain pills with every little ache ,
D A
she’s got a tennessee mountain point of view ,
D A
if your gonna have one might as well have two
A D A
raised up right in the hills of kentucky ,
D A
no she ain’t gonna smile til she lights up her lucky ,
D A
no filter on her mouth or her cigerettes
D A
oh baby what your lookin’ at is what you get
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 A
when one’s drinking , ones smoking , ones taking pills
A D A
she’s a root tootin’ pistol from the lonestar state
D A
she’s mixes up a double at the break of everyday
D A
she might get crazy but she don’t get mean
D A
until some drunk cowboy asks her to 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 A
when one’s drinking , one’s smoking , one’s taking pills
A D A
now we ain’t ashamed of who we are
D A
we like fast men and cheap guitars
D A
ain’t trying to get rich just trying to get by
D A
by playing for tips on a saturday 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 A
when one’s drinking , one’s smoking , one’s taking pills
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