Miss Thang

Good mornin' load it up, come on and let's go
This job ain't gonna get itself done and who knows
What the day is gonna bring
Whatever it is won't be a thing for Miss Thang

Yeah I was just a baby when my momma came to me
Said if you gonna get the bacon gotta heat your own grease
Ain't nobody cooking for you
All you got is your good name, Miss Thang

And the rough ends draggin' just like a ball and chain
Lord I hitched my wagon to a runaway train
I strum a six string, I pick and I sing
Electric rodeo queen and you can call me
You can call me Miss Thang

You can't help but see me coming when I rode to your town
Gonna wish I wasn't blowin' hope and I'd stick around
When you see a trail of dust and bling
And you'll know who to blame, that's Miss Thang

And the rough ends draggin' just like a ball and chain
Lord I hitched my wagon to a runaway train
I strum a six string, I pick and I sing
Electric rodeo queen and you can call me
You can call me Miss Thang

Ah yeah

Rhinestones, baby blue cowgirl hat, snakeskin boots
This old heart ain't made of stone it's leather lace but it beats true
Rhinestones, baby blue cowgirl hat, snakeskin boots
This old heart ain't made of stone it's leather lace but it beats true

And the rough ends draggin' just like a ball and chain
Lord I hitched my wagon to a runaway train
I strum a six string, I pick and I sing
Electric rodeo queen and you can call me
You can call me Miss Thang

You can call me Miss Thang

Hey hey hey Miss Thang

Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Hood, Brent Cobb, Kylie Frye
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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