She put on her Independence Day play list. She been itching to ever since she made it. She goes on a good girl little guilt trip. Watching her phone blowing up. Who's gonna take Daddy to the doctor? And Mama to the hair salon? Oh, don't you know you're the oldest? You're the one we're all counting on. But she ain't taking the bait. Dropping her dreams in the offering plate. Where the girls all get married 'cause they'll be showing before too long. And the boys work with their daddies 'til the good Lord calls 'em home. But her fire burns brighter than the end of a lighter where the Circle K kids get stoned. That little Bible Belt rebel puts her foot to the pedal. And as the dust settles, she don't. That little Bible Belt rebel puts her foot to the pedal. And as the dust settles, she don't. No, she don't. She don't, she don't. No, she don't. She don't, she don't. Where the girls all get married 'cause they'll be showing before too long. She'd be lying to say it ain't scary. Yeah, but she's a little rolling stone 'Cause her fire burns brighter than the end of a lighter where the Circle K kids get stoned. That little Bible Belt rebel puts her foot to the pedal. And as the dust settles, she don't. That little Bible Belt rebel puts her foot to the pedal. And as the dust settles, she don't. No, she don't. She don't, she don't. No, she don't. She don't, she don't. No, she don't.