Remember when we hung in the low places in 1979
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We used to think that it mattered to the man with the money
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Where we spent our time
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Well I knew a little gal with a mohawk hairdo
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And a chain around her neck
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But you'd never recognize her if you saw her now
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She done something that you'd never expect
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She done traded in her Doc's for kicker boots
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Safety-pinned T-shirts for Manuel Suits
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Her hair's grown out and it's piled up high
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She only shows her tattoos one at a time
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She ain't ashamed of the way she was
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She hears old Hank she can't get enough
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Her punk rock records are gathering dust
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Cause little Ramona's gone hillbilly nuts
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[ guitar ]
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Thrashing dancing still out there the bodies piled up high
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She used to mosh in pit with the best of them
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You could see those elbows fly
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Well now she's drinking Blue Ribbon and jitterbugging
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To the honky tonking' beat
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Get that line dance outta here man give her room to move her feet
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She done traded in her Doc's...
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[ steel ]
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You see her in thrift stores everywhere
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Hardly ever at a shopping mall
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She acts just as tough as she always did
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She just looks a little country that's all
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She's got Emmylou Patty Smity on a 90-minute cassette
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Cause where do you go after the end of the world
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When you still ain't been there yet
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She done traded in her Doc's...
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Little Ramona's gone hillbilly nuts little Ramona's gone hillbilly nuts
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Little Ramona (gone Hillbilly Nuts)
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| BR5-49 |
