On The 45

She's up late drinking whiskey and smoking her cigarettes
She wakes up in the morning and says, "Goddamn, my hair's a mess"
She picks up a few beers, then we have a laugh and hit the road
She spins me 'round and 'round 'til I fall on the floor

She's been riding the back seat on the 45
She's been riding the back seat all her life
She's been riding the back seat on the 45
She's been riding the back seat all her life, all her life, all her life, all her life

She been riding the high times, she been walking on air
She been having a fine time, she like the wind in her hair
She's all done being the nice guy, you know she just don't care (know she just don't)
And now she just don't care (know she just don't), and now she just don't care (know she just don't)

She's been riding the back seat all her life (she just don't, and now she just don't)
She's been riding the back seat on the 45
She's been riding the back seat all her life, all her life, all her life, all her life

She's been riding the back seat all her life, all her life, all her life, all her life