Hell No, I Ain't Happy

There's a lot of bad wood underneath the veneer She's an overnight sensation after twenty five years Sharp fast curves, power steering Unroll that twenty, buy me some beer Ain't too bad, too bad at all, pick up the phone if I ever call Hell no, I ain't happy. There's a pretty little girl outside the van window 'Bout eighty cities down, eight hundred to go Six crammed in, we ain't never alone Never homesick, ain't got no home Check my mail if you would please, Jenn Collect my things till I'm in town again Hell No, I ain't happy. But I get a little closer everyday Gonna be a long time till I'm back your way. I've seen just how much I can stand One night in Kansas City, we thought about killing a man Seen my number fly by on Interstate Ten Seen the mountains of Montana at seven am. And I keep it all together for the sake of the kids Got your fine-ass self on the back of my lids Hell no, I ain't happy. But I ain't too crappy, too crappy at all.