Whiskey and Lace

Casey needs another spray-on tan Momma's here to keep Cheyenne It's almost nine o'clock and time to go She's livin' in a single-wide Doin' what she has to to survive And Tuesday nights are always kinda slow But she hops into that old TransAm Cranks up some Marshall Tucker Band Puttin' make-up on singin' 'long to "Can't You See" Yeah she walks into that backstage door Changes out of what she wore Pours herself a double shot of Jackie D Ain't exactly where she wants to be Next month's rent don't grow on trees And she tries to put a smile upon her face As the DJ calls her up to the stage She goes by another name And hides behind the whiskey and lace She spins around to "Purple Rain" Every night's the same damn thing She drifts off into another place She don't wanna see who's here tonight Thank God the spotlight blinds her eyes And it won't take long 'til the music starts to fade Now she's pickin' up dollar bills Leaves the runway in her heels Starts countin' out the cash she gets to keep She towels off, checks her hair Falls into her dressin' chair Pours herself another shot of Jackie D Ain't exactly where she wants to be Next month's rent don't grow on trees And she tries to put a smile upon her face As the DJ calls her up to the stage She goes by another name And hides behind the whiskey and lace This shift's about to end And now it's almost 2AM And she's wishin' she was home there with Cheyenne Ain't exactly where she wants to be Next month's rent don't grow on trees And she tries to put a smile upon her face As the DJ calls her up to the stage She goes by another name And hides behind the whiskey and lace Ooo, ooo, ooo Whiskey and lace