Lyrics: Jones
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Music: Jones
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Lyrics:
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Miss America, music lover, a dancer in the USO
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A one time loser a two time fiend,
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Says she even likes Black Crowes
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Bought a faux fur now she's a hip girl
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Head full of acid and pearls
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The cops said no, so we left Idaho
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Heading to the cost for the show
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Said she's a sinner but you know she's a saint
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Still she's trouble with a capital "T".
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(chorus):
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Cause you know she's gonna
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Rock and roll
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Miss America is
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Rock and roll
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She gotta lip for the fool
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And you know she's gonna
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Rock and roll
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Keep your head up
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And look for the cup
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Fill it with the wine from the still.
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Miss America, music lover
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Spent the last 20 years on the pill.
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Said she's a sinner but you know she's a saint
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Still she's tripping with a capital "T".
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(chorus)
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(chorus)
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Got divorced, left court broke, of course
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Baggin' alimon' for the jag
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Quit cigarettes so she's tired and tense
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Just a 50 year groupie in drag.
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Said she's a sinner but she knows she's a saint
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Still she's trouble with a capital "T".
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(chorus)
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MISS AMERICA
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Agents of Good Roots |