Hell No, I Ain't Happy - Drive-By Truckers

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 pretty little girl outside the van window

Bout 80 cities down, 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 till 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 everyday

Gonna be a little while fore I’m back your way

I’ve seen just how much I can stand

One night in Kansas City, I thought about killing a man

Seen my number fly by on Interstate 10

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, too crappy at all