High On The Hog

(One, two, one, two, three)

This 35 hundred Chevy rust-bucket is pullin' onto the strip

My eyes gonna need gels and Visine after pullin' a graveyard shift

I got a heel on the gas, been haulin' - since playin' for the Husker State

I'm runnin' on fumes, swearin' this run might be ol' 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 bustin' 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 bein' Corn Queen

Hell, it ain't all crowns and sashes

I been fightin' my way

Tooth and cherry-red nails

Bitin' 'em down to the quick

To keep the damn thing on the rails

I'm still payin' my dues

I hope it all pays off

Well, 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 die

The only thing I know is goin' for broke

So even if the whole thing fails

Well, I'd rather never make it in my own lane than ride in on coattails

I been fightin' my way

Tooth and cherry-red nails

Bitin' 'em down to the quick

To keep the damn thing on the rails

I'm gettin' burned out

Of burnin' 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 been to a palace in South Dakota

I bowed and I kissed the ring

I dined with a dairy princess in Minnesota

And met a 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 shinin' tonight

But all that glitters ain't really gold