Miss Jones Lyrics - Saigon Kick

Miss Jones knows, what the dogs like 

And the dogs know, what they like about her 

In the fields of grass where the young boys run 

Away from, away from, away from 

Hey, hey Mrs Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? 

Father John is worried 

Hey, hey Mrs Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? 

Flames of war are b-b-burning 

The hills wish they were mountains 

And the weeds, to be trees 

In the years to come, when we all run 

Away from, away from, away from 

Hey, hey Mrs Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? 

Father John is worried 

Hey, hey Mrs Jones, when you get down there, will you let us know? 

Flames of war are b-b-burning 

Hey, hey Mrs Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? 

Father John is worried 

Hey, hey Mrs Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? 

Flames of war are b-b-burning 

Hey, hey Mrs Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? 

Father John is worried 

Hey, hey Mrs Jones, when you get down there will you let us know? 

Flames of war are b-b-burning