[Verse 1]
Been driving this old car around
From coast to coast through little towns
Pushin' for a quarter-million miles
I know where the gas is cheap
Truck stops where it's safe to sleep
Yeah, I roll up to every show in style

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a white hot country mess
In cowgirl boots and a thrift store dress
Paying my dues out on the road
Just a Gibson and the songs I wrote
A white hot country mess

[Verse 2]
You put men in charge of dressing rooms
There'll be beer and whiskey, that's assumed
But not a single mirror to be found
It's just dirty bathrooms, dingy lights
Dealing with the drunk sound guy
Hey buddy, could you turn the reverb down?

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a white hot country mess
In cowgirl boots and a thrift store dress
Paying my dues out on the road
Just a Gibson and the songs I wrote
A white hot country mess

[Verse 3]
You can really make this life look grand
If you filter it on Instagram
Hashtag the americana dream
But the truth is, we're all hangin' on
By a prayer and by a song
And a heavy drug addiction to caffeine

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a white hot country mess
In cowgirl boots and a thrift store dress
Paying my dues out on the road
Still bookin' every single show
A white hot country mess
[Outro]
No, there's nothin' that I cannot do
With a double latté and dry shampoo
I'm a white hot country mess
I'm a white hot country mess