She had no time for feeble forgiving
Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living
Ten thousand men at the crook of her finger
She could not tarry, hem, haw or linger
Mother Jones, coming round the mountain
Mother Jones, one-seventy-six and counting
The great grandmamma of the picket line
The righteous climb was going to take some time
Forget the pink pyjamas she dressed in black
Like good ol' Johnny just way back, way back, way back
Why don't they make a movie of you?
Really, Madonna, is that the best you can do?
Angry Saints - Mother Jones Lyrics
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She had no time for feeble forgiving
Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living
Ten thousand men at the crook of her finger
She could not tarry, hem, haw or linger
Mother Jones, coming round the mountain
Mother Jones, one-seventy-six and counting
The great grandmamma of the picket line
The righteous climb was going to take some time
Forget the pink pyjamas she dressed in black
Like good ol' Johnny just way back, way back, way back
Why don't they make a movie of you?
Really, Madonna, is that the best you can do?
Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living
Ten thousand men at the crook of her finger
She could not tarry, hem, haw or linger
Mother Jones, coming round the mountain
Mother Jones, one-seventy-six and counting
The great grandmamma of the picket line
The righteous climb was going to take some time
Forget the pink pyjamas she dressed in black
Like good ol' Johnny just way back, way back, way back
Why don't they make a movie of you?
Really, Madonna, is that the best you can do?
Writer: Lindsay Moxham
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid