Remember when we hung in the low places in 1979?We used to think that it mattered to the man with the moneyWhere we spent our timeWell, I knew a little gal with a mohawk hairdoand a chain around her neckBut you'd never recognize her if you saw her nowShe done something that you'd never expectChorusShe done traded in her Doc's for kicker bootsSafety-pinned tee shirts for Manuel SuitsHer hair's grown out and it's piled up highShe only shows her tattoos one at a timeShe ain't ashamed of the way she wasShe hears old Hank, she can't get enoughHer punk rock records are gathering dust'Cos little Ramona's gone hillbilly nutsThrashin' dancin' still out there, the bodies piled up highShe used to mosh in pit with the best of themYou could see those elbows flyWell now she's drinking Blue Ribbon and jitterbuggin'to the honky-tonkin' beatGet that line dance outta here manGive her room to move her feetChorusYou see her in thrift stores everywhere,Hardly ever at a shopping mallShe acts just as tough as she always didShe just looks a little country, that's allShe's got Emmylou Patty Smity on a 90-minute cassette'Cause where do you go after the end of the worldWhen you still ain't been there yet?ChorusLittle Ramona's gone hillbilly nutsLittle Ramona's gone hillbilly nuts