White Hot Country Mess

Been driving this old car around
From coast to coast through little towns
Pushin’ for a quarter-million miles
I know where the gas is cheap
Truck stops where it’s safe to sleep
Yeah, I roll up to every show in style

‘Cause I’m a white hot country mess
In cowgirl boots and a thrift store dress
Paying my dues out on the road
Just a Gibson and the songs I wrote
A white hot country mess

You put men in charge of dressing rooms
There’ll be beer and whiskey, that’s assumed
But not a single mirror to be found
It’s just dirty bathrooms, dingy lights
Dealing with the drunk sound guy
Hey buddy, could you turn the reverb down?

‘Cause I’m a white hot country mess
In cowgirl boots and a thrift store dress
Paying my dues out on the road
Just a Gibson and the songs I wrote
A white hot country mess

You can really make this life look grand
If you filter it on Instagram
Hashtag the americana dream
But the truth is, we’re all hangin’ on
By a prayer and by a song
And a heavy drug addiction to caffeine

‘Cause I’m a white hot country mess
In cowgirl boots and a thrift store dress
Paying my dues out on the road
Still bookin’ every single show
A white hot country mess

No, there’s nothin’ that I cannot do
With a double latté and dry shampoo
I’m a white hot country mess
I’m a white hot country mess