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Introduction
Imagine a song that captures the essence of life’s rougher edges while making you tap your foot to the beat. That’s “Takin’ Pills” by Pistol Annies. It’s a musical confession of life’s messier moments, wrapped up in harmonies that resonate with anyone who’s ever found themselves a little lost.
The charm of “Takin’ Pills” lies in its authenticity. It doesn’t glorify the struggles with substances; instead, it portrays them with an unflinching clarity and a touch of humor. The Annies—Miranda Lambert, Ashley Monroe, and Angaleena Presley—don’t hold back. They sing of the highs and lows of life on the road, where loneliness meets liberation, and survival is sung in three-part harmony.
What makes this song truly special is how it speaks to the spirit of resilience. Through their lyrics, the Pistol Annies manage to convey both a sense of camaraderie and a fierce individuality. Listening to “Takin’ Pills,” you can’t help but feel part of a larger story, one that celebrates the beauty of being perfectly imperfect.
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Lyrics
She’s on the highest dose of Prozac a woman can take,
She’s likes to pop her pain pills with every little ache,
She’s got a Tennessee mountain point of view,
If your gonna have one might as well have two
Raised up right in the hills of Kentucky,
No she ain’t gonna smile til she lights up her lucky,
No filter on her mouth or her cigarettes
Oh baby what your lookin’ at is what you get
‘Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights blinking on our broke down van
We’re living on truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills
When one’s drinking, one’s smoking, one’s taking pills
She’s a root tootin’ pistol from the lonestar state
She’s mixes up a double at the break of everyday
She might get crazy but she don’t get mean
Until some drunk cowboy asks her to sing
‘Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights blinking on our broke down van
We’re living on truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills
When one’s drinking, one’s smoking, one’s taking pills
Now we ain’t ashamed of who we are
We like fast men and cheap guitars
Ain’t trying to get rich just trying to get by
By playing for tips on a Saturday night
‘Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights blinking on our broke down van
We’re living on truck stop burgers and fries
Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign
Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills
When one’s drinking, one’s smoking, one’s taking pills