White Hot Country Mess 歌詞

Been driving this old car around From coast to coast through little towns Pushin' for a quarter-million miles I know where the gas is cheap Truck stops where it's safe to sleep Yeah, I roll up to every show in style 'Cause I'm a white hot country mess In cowgirl boots and a thrift store dress Paying my dues out on the road Just a Gibson and the songs I wrote A white hot country mess You put men in charge of dressing rooms There'll be beer and whiskey, that's assumed But not a single mirror to be found It's just dirty bathrooms, dingy lights Dealing with the drunk sound guy Hey buddy, could you turn the reverb down? 'Cause I'm a white hot country mess In cowgirl boots and a thrift store dress Paying my dues out on the road Just a Gibson and the songs I wrote A white hot country mess You can really make this life look grand If you filter it on Instagram Hashtag the americana dream But the truth is, we're all hangin' on By a prayer and by a song And a heavy drug addiction to caffeine 'Cause I'm a white hot country mess In cowgirl boots and a thrift store dress Paying my dues out on the road Still bookin' every single show A white hot country mess No, there's nothin' that I cannot do With a double latté and dry shampoo I'm a white hot country mess I'm a white hot country mess