Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Annabeth's a Libra, born to balance scales and storms,
In the busted hills of Carolina where the junkyard angels swarm.
She got long hair like a midnight stream,
And a pickup truck that coughs and screams.
Twelve dogs barkin’ in her kitchen hall—
Some on the couch, some shittin’ on the wall.
[Chorus]
She’s got junk in the yard and gold in her soul,
Feeds the hungry, makes the broken whole.
Married a meth hillbilly named David—oops—
Now she’s single, swingin’ in her rescue boots.
Ain’t no saint, ain’t no mess—
Just good ol’ Libra Annabeth.
[Verse 2]
Four wild kids and sixty grandbabies,
(Plus one boy, bless his heart, with all them ladies)
Great-grands crawlin' like weeds in June,
She hums old country while she sweeps the room.
Housekeeper queen at PharmaCorp,
She’ll mop your lies right off the floor.
Then swing by the shelter, load up the mutts,
Sling tacos to the border kids outta her truck.
[Bridge]
A heart too wide for one zip code,
A soul too strong for a safe and tidy road.
They call her hoarder—she calls it keepin’
What the world forgot while it was sleepin’.
[Breakdown – Talkin’ bit]
Yeah, she’s got a freezer full of expired beans,
A Jesus candle burnin’ behind her figurines.
And I told her, “Girl, you need to cut loose,
Put on some boots and find your hoochie truth.”
[Chorus – Repeat]
She’s got junk in the yard and gold in her soul,
Feeds the hungry, makes the broken whole.
Married a meth hillbilly named David—oops—
Now she’s single, swingin’ in her rescue boots.
Ain’t no saint, ain’t no mess—
Just good ol’ Libra Annabeth.
[Outro]
So if you see her cruisin’ down the hill,
With a van full of dogs and a backseat full of goodwill,
Wave your hand, show respect—
You just passed the Queen of Meth Norton Hill.
Lady of the lost, and lord help the rest—
Long live wild-ass Annabeth.