Remember when we hung in the low places in 1979? We used to think that it mattered to the man with the money Where we spent our time Well, I knew a little gal with a mohawk hairdo and a chain around her neck But you'd never recognize her if you saw her now She done something that you'd never expect Chorus She done traded in her Doc's for kicker boots Safety-pinned tee shirts for Manuel Suits Her hair's grown out and it's piled up high She only shows her tattoos one at a time She ain't ashamed of the way she was She hears old Hank, she can't get enough Her punk rock records are gathering dust 'Cos little Ramona's gone hillbilly nuts Thrashin' dancin' still out there, the bodies piled up high She used to mosh in pit with the best of them You could see those elbows fly Well now she's drinking Blue Ribbon and jitterbuggin' to the honky-tonkin' beat Get that line dance outta here man Give her room to move her feet Chorus You see her in thrift stores everywhere, Hardly ever at a shopping mall She acts just as tough as she always did She just looks a little country, that's all She's got Emmylou Patty Smity on a 90-minute cassette 'Cause where do you go after the end of the world When you still ain't been there yet? Chorus Little Ramona's gone hillbilly nuts Little Ramona's gone hillbilly nutsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
