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There's a lot of bad wood underneath the veneer She's an overnight sensation after twenty-five years Sharp, fast curves; power steering Unroll that twenty; buy me some beer Ain't too bad, too bad at all, pick up the phone if I ever call Hell no, I ain't happy Hell no, I ain't happy Hell no, I ain't happy There's a perty little girl outside the van window 'Bout 80 cities down; 'bout 800 to go Six crammed in, we ain't never alone Never homesick--ain't got no home Check my mail if you would please, Jenn Collect my things 'til I'm in town again Hell no, I ain't happy Hell no, I ain't happy Hell no, I ain't happy But I get a little closer every day Gonna be a long time 'til I'm back your way I've seen just how much I can stand One night in Kansas City, we thought about killing a man Seen my number fly by on Interstate Ten Seen the mountains of Montana at Seven AM And I keep it all together for the sake of the kids Got your fine-ass self on the back of my lids Hell no, I ain't happy Hell no, I ain't happy Hell no, I ain't happy But I ain't too crappy No, I ain't too crappy at all |