Текст песни High On The Hog - Hailey Whitters

This 3500 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 eyelashes
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