she’s a hard workin

country hustlin

dixie chic with sweet smokin fire –

stronger than a heart

of a dead end boyfriend.

she’s a quiet one,

but her wheels

spin deeper than

than her eyes let on.

cause hittin the road

to some city,

where heavens down home girl

worked night time at the Padparadscha –

better than hangin around

a six pack drinkin man

sittin on some back porch.

learned nothings stronger

than backyard lessons

showin toughness criss-crossed

across her heart,

in that nobody

ever knew that

her cheap sunglasses

disquised flyin high heels

drivin this dixie queen

in the vegas strip lights.