She got a pawn shop pistol underneath her seat
She got snake skin boots upon her feet
She got the radio up, she got her hair let down
She got the Pontiac rumblin' out of town

She got a rag-top two-tone '74
My little lady ain't my little lady no more

She got the honky-tonk fever, got the skin tight jeans
She got the long neck beer, got the Jim Beam
She got the jukebox pumpin' all through the night
She got the pool balls clickin' in the neon light

She got the two-step shakin' on the sawdust floor
My little lady ain't my little lady no more

My little lady ain't my little lady no more
I ain't ever seen her do this kind of thing before
I've never been the one who had to walk the floor
I used to be the one that she was livin' for

She got the headlights burnin' through the mornin' mist
She got the Marlboro hangin' from her ruby lips
She got the Ray Bans coverin' up her eyes
She got the cowboy drifter by the road side

They're gonna ride through sweet freedom's door
My little lady ain't my little lady no more

My little lady ain't my little lady no more
I ain't ever seen her do this kind of thing before
I've never been the one who had to walk the floor
I used to be the one that she was livin' for

She got the Pontiac speedin' through the southern rain
She got the Cuervo Gold killin' all the pain
She got 45 miles to the Texas line
She got the Louisiana cop car right behind

She got the pedal pressed right down to the floor
My little lady ain't my little lady no more

She's gonna ride through sweet freedom's door
My little lady ain't my little lady no more