It's a little less than a month until the Pistol Annies' highly anticipated album Interstate Gospel drops, but the trio isn't done releasing new music until then.
On Oct. 12, the Annies shared "Stop Drop and Roll One," an irresistible ode to embracing your wild side. The tune pays tribute to society's jaded prom queens, loners and stoners and finds the women bar hopping and partying at Mardi Gras with a whole lot of self-medicating along the way.
"We're on fire I think/ So strop, drop and roll one/ It takes one to grow one/ We're one of a kind," the trio sings.
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"Stop Drop and Roll One" follows previously released tracks "Interstate Gospel," "Got My Name Changed Back" and "Best Years of My Life."
Interstate Gospel will be out on Nov. 2. To celebrate the release, the trio will play three shows: the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, Tenn. on Oct. 25, The Town Hall in New York, N.Y. on Nov. 2 and The Novo in Los Angeles, Calif. on Nov. 7.
The Pistol Annies, made up of Miranda Lambert, Ashley Monroe and Angaleena Presley, released their debut album Hell on Heels in 2011. Interstate Gospel is the follow-up to 2013's Annie Up.
'Stop Drop and Roll One' Lyrics:
We're on fire I think
So strop, drop and roll one
It takes one to grow one
We're one of a kind
We're right on the brink
Burned out like the prom queens
We're all mirrors and smoke rings
So stop, drop and roll one
I don't really care how this phony-ass fairy tale ends
I just hope that we're leaving this honky tonk covered in men
Sometimes the loud ones are loners
Sometimes the rockers are stoners
One's got the matches
One's got the lashes
One's runnin' her mouth again
We're on fire I think
So strop, drop and roll one
It takes one to grow one
We're one of a kind
We're right on the brink
Burned out like the prom queens
We're all mirrors and smoke rings
So stop, drop and roll one
Get this thing off of me
Where in the hell is my bra?
This hurts a lot more than the last time we did Mardi Gras
Sometimes the drifters are daisies
Sometimes the sane ones are crazies
One's got the Tylenol
One's got the Adderall
One's got a drink in her hand
We're on fire I think
So strop, drop and roll one
It takes one to grow one
We're one of a kind (Yeah, we're one of a kind)
We're right on the brink
Burned out like the prom queens
We're all mirrors and smoke rings
So stop drop and roll one
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