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Introduction
Ever been on a road trip that seemed to echo the ups and downs of life itself? That’s the journey the Pistol Annies take us on in “Takin’ Pills.” This song isn’t just a melody; it’s a mirror reflecting the ragged, sometimes chaotic pursuit of making it through the day. Sung with a mix of sass and sincerity, it tells the story of three women—nicknamed “Lone Star Annie,” “Hippie Annie,” and “Holler Annie”—who navigate their world with cigarettes, pills, and a whole lot of whiskey.
What grabs you about “Takin’ Pills” is how it blends raw honesty with humor. The lyrics don’t just scratch the surface; they dig deep, exposing the vulnerabilities and vices that shape us. Yet, despite the tough themes, there’s an undeniable vibrancy to the tune that keeps you hooked, smiling even as you nod in understanding.
This song is a standout because it’s personal. It feels like sitting down with an old friend who tells it like it is, no filters attached. It’s a reminder that music, at its best, connects us not just through catchy beats but through shared stories and struggles.
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Lyrics
She’s on the highest dose of Prozac a woman can take,
She’s likes to pop her pain pills with every little ache,
She’s got a Tennessee mountain point of view,
If your gonna have one might as well have two
Raised up right in the hills of Kentucky,
No she ain’t gonna smile til she lights up her lucky,
No filter on her mouth or her cigarettes
Oh baby what your lookin’ at is what you get
‘Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights blinking on our broke down van
We’re living on truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills
When one’s drinking, one’s smoking, one’s taking pills
She’s a root tootin’ pistol from the lonestar state
She’s mixes up a double at the break of everyday
She might get crazy but she don’t get mean
Until some drunk cowboy asks her to sing
‘Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights blinking on our broke down van
We’re living on truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills
When one’s drinking, one’s smoking, one’s taking pills
Now we ain’t ashamed of who we are
We like fast men and cheap guitars
Ain’t trying to get rich just trying to get by
By playing for tips on a Saturday night
‘Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights blinking on our broke down van
We’re living on truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills
When one’s drinking, one’s smoking, one’s taking pills