Remember when we hung in the low places in 1979
We used to think that it mattered to the man with the money
Where we spent our time
Well I knew a little gal with a mohawk hairdo
And a chain around her neck
But you'd never recognize her if you saw her now
She done something that you'd never expect
She done traded in her Doc's for kicker boots
Safety-pinned T-shirts for Manuel Suits
Her hair's grown out and it's piled up high
She only shows her tattoos one at a time
She ain't ashamed of the way she was
She hears old Hank she can't get enough
Her punk rock records are gathering dust
Cause little Ramona's gone hillbilly nuts
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Thrashing dancing still out there the bodies piled up high
She used to mosh in pit with the best of them
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Well now she's drinking Blue Ribbon and jitterbugging
To the honky tonking' beat
Get that line dance outta here man give
her room to move her feet
She done traded in her Doc's...
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You see her in thrift stores everywhere
Hardly ever at a shopping mall
She acts just as tough as she always did
She just looks a little country that's all
She's got Emmylou Patty Smity on a 90-minute cassette
Cause where do you go after the end of the world
When you still ain't been there yet
She done traded in her Doc's...
Little Ramona's gone hillbilly nuts little
Ramona's gone hillbilly nuts