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Rhinestoned 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 her car and she hits the gas Ripped the rear-view 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 Letras de cancionesHead held high, but she hangs low Shinin' bright through a cloud of smoke She's Rhinestoned She's as good as gone, and now he knows That she left a long time ago She's gone, She's gone It's kind of 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 There's no place to go She's a high class stoner Head held high, but she hangs low Shinin' bright through a cloud of smoke She's Rhinestoned From Letras Mania