Lyrics

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