Miss Jones - Tami Neilson

Big mouth, talkin' sass

Shinin' with her big brass

Haters, they can kiss her ass

Before the door hits it

Drop the mic, don’t care

Bring the fire everywhere

Tell her no, don’t you dare

The girl is gonna get it

Get it, get it, yeah, alright

Swingin' skirt, feet jumpin'

Man, that woman sure is somethin'

Gets your blood pumpin'

Damn, the girl can sing

One hundred nights and days

The Queen and Kings play

Tearin' up every stage

A hurricane on legs

Look out, look out, yeah, alright

Miss Jones, Miss Jones

Ain’t no one above ya, Miss Jones

Miss Jones, Miss Jones

Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones

Genuine, real deal

Girl has always kept it real

Don’t ya know she’s still here?

Can’t ya hear her sing?

Heavens yes, Hell no

This ain’t Mama’s last show

Teachin' angels, don’t you know

To get up off their things

Get up, get up, yeah, alright

Miss Jones, Miss Jones

Ain’t no one above ya, Miss Jones

Miss Jones, Miss Jones

Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones

M-I-S-S J-O-N-E-S, yeah

M-I-S-S J-O-N-E-S, yes

M-I-S-S J-O-N-E-S, yeah yeah yeah

M-I-S-S J-O-N-E-S, yes

Miss Jones, Miss Jones

Ain’t no one above ya, Miss Jones

Miss Jones, Miss Jones

Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones

Miss Jones, Miss Jones

Ain’t no one above ya, Miss Jones

Miss Jones, Miss Jones

Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones