s are rooting up my corn,
and dogs are howling at the moon.
She's acting like a Lucian,
a honky -tonk saloon.
Just take a gun and shoot me,
and just pour out all my beer.
No, I can't help but wonder what
the heck I'm doing here
Kick me off my barstool,
steal my Telecaster
She's sucking out my last breath,
I wish she'd kill me faster
And I still ain't got a tattoo,
yeah, my tattoos are scars
She leapt upon my broken heart,
that poochie at the bar
Now I rotted out my insides
on jealousy and gin
Pride and self -respect left
blowin' in the wind
And I can see the flames behind me
as I drive off in my car
She's just a no count hoochie,
burning cowboys at the bar
She kicked me off my bar stool,
steal my Telecaster
She's sucking out my last breath,
I wish she'd kill me faster
And I still ain't got a tattoo,
yeah, my tattoos are scars
She leapt upon my broken heart,
that hoochie at the barn
Now a hoochie's still a hoochie,
even dressed up to the nines
And I can count five cowboys
perched like vultures on a line
And I might be a jackass,
because I chose her to swoon
But she'll always be
just a hoochie
an d a honk -it -honk saloon
Kick me off my farm school,
steal my Telecaster
She's sucking out my last breath,
I wish she'd kill me faster
But I still ain't got a tattoo,
yeah, my tattoo's her scar
She leapt upon my broken heart,
that hoochie at the bar
Yeah, she'd go real far,
she sold used cars,
that hoochie at the bar