Lyrics:

She sucks on the bottle
Holds it in her hand
And thinks its shaped like a woman
Shes seventeen, not yet a woman
But the beer is cold and it tastes like freedom
And she likes it
It feels good
This is Independence, Indiana
And she likes that
It feels good
Life may never be as sweet again
As Independence, Indiana
If you ask her
She'll tell you high school sucks
People say shes just like her mother
But she's got a boyfriend
And he's got a car
And they just can't keep their hands off each other
And she likes it
It feels good
This is Independence, Indiana
And she likes that
It feels good
Life may never be as sweet again
As Independence, Indiana

And all her friends seem hell-bent
On getting out of town
They say I'm moving up
And this place just drags me down
Shes about had enough of waving brave goodbyes
The greyhound bus, the sighing brakes
Nothing else makes such desperate sense
She sucks on the bottle
Holds it up to the light
And thinks beer is so underrated
But she's got a boyfriend
And he's got a car
And life just ain't that complicated
And she likes it
It feels good
This is Independence, Indiana
And she likes that
It feels good
Life may never be as sweet again
As Independence, Indiana