High heels and cocktails, she ain't just boots and beer. She's the living proof there's something in the water 'round here. Well it doesn't matter if it's noon or night.
Hells gates on fire. Two million acres gone. When the going gets tough. The tough gets moving on. Morning noon or night. The fighters take chances. If grit was worth its weight in water.
I know you're flipping through the channels and there's nothing on. And the radio ain't playing none of your favorite songs. I know the cars driving by have got you thinking about.