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Martina McBride lyrics : "When God Fearing Women Get The Blues"

Lock up your husbands
Lock up your sons
Lock up your whiskey cabinets

Girls lock up your guns
And Lock up the beauty shop
No tellin if they've heard the news

Call the boys downtown and Neiman Marcus
Tell Em' lock them high heeled shoes


Chorus:
When God fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap down a tellin what they're

gonna do
Run around yellin
I've got a mustang it'll do 80

You don't have to be my baby
I stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my, be my, be my baby


Call all the decons
Call the ladies aid

Call all the altos, sopranos
Tenors call every bass
Well call all the pentacostals

And bring all the annointing oil too
Well call the preacher
He's the only one who can reach her

And there ain't no time to lose

Chorus:

When God fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap down a tellin what they're
gonna do

Run around yellin
I've got a mustang it'll do 80
You don't have to be my baby

I stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my, be my, be my baby


She's on all our prayer lists
She's on all our hearts
As for the easter cantada

We don't know who'll sing her part

When God fearin' women get the blues

There ain't no slap down or tellin what they're
gonna do
Run around yellin

I've got a mustang it'll do 80
You don't have to be my baby
I stirred my last batch of gravy

You don't have to be my, be my, be my baby

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