Rhinestoned
Rhinestone cowgirls don't need nobody else
She'd rather roll one up than drink from the top shelf
She'd rather be high without a care in her mind
Riding a mustang into the moonlight
They call her a loner
Buskin' her ass through the lone-star state
Grindin' her weed on a runaway freight
There's no place like home
She's a high class stoner
Head held high, but she hangs low
Shining bright through a cloud of smoke
She's rhinestoned
Gave him her all and didn't get nothing back
So she slammed that door and smoked one last cigarette
Started the car and she hits the gas
Ripped the rearview off and never lookin' back
He'd never be enough and baby just because
They call her a loner
Buskin her ass through the lone-star state
Grindin' her weed on a runaway freight
There's no place like home
She's a high class stoner
Head held high, but she hangs low
Shining bright through a cloud of smoke
She's rhinestoned
She's good as gone and now he knows
That she left a long time ago
She's gone, she's gone
It's kinda hard to face the facts
When all she does is turn her back
She goes like smoke
They call her a loner
Buskin her ass through the lone-star state
Grindin' her weed on a runaway freight
With no place to go
She's a high class stoner
Head held high but she hangs low
Shining bright through a cloud of smoke
She's rhinestoned
She'd rather roll one up than drink from the top shelf
She'd rather be high without a care in her mind
Riding a mustang into the moonlight
They call her a loner
Buskin' her ass through the lone-star state
Grindin' her weed on a runaway freight
There's no place like home
She's a high class stoner
Head held high, but she hangs low
Shining bright through a cloud of smoke
She's rhinestoned
Gave him her all and didn't get nothing back
So she slammed that door and smoked one last cigarette
Started the car and she hits the gas
Ripped the rearview off and never lookin' back
He'd never be enough and baby just because
They call her a loner
Buskin her ass through the lone-star state
Grindin' her weed on a runaway freight
There's no place like home
She's a high class stoner
Head held high, but she hangs low
Shining bright through a cloud of smoke
She's rhinestoned
She's good as gone and now he knows
That she left a long time ago
She's gone, she's gone
It's kinda hard to face the facts
When all she does is turn her back
She goes like smoke
They call her a loner
Buskin her ass through the lone-star state
Grindin' her weed on a runaway freight
With no place to go
She's a high class stoner
Head held high but she hangs low
Shining bright through a cloud of smoke
She's rhinestoned
Credits
Writer(s): Hansel Paul Compton, Carrie Karpinen, Maggie Antone
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