MARTINA MCBRIDE - When God Fearin' Women Get The Blues lyrics

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(Intro)

She was the prom queen

He was the quarterback

Of the football team

And it all look so promising

We never thought anything

Would happen like this

And then all of a sudden

Twenty-five years

Of love and devotion

Down the drain

We all heard

Her hollerin'

For a country mile

Cheatin' shows

Your complete

Lack of style

Well she took out

Three parking meters

And a pedestrian's purse

The day she quit

The Baptist choir

And threw that

Ford into reverse

Lock up your husbands

Lock up your sons

Lock up your whiskey cabinets

Girls lock up your guns

Lock up the beauty shop

No tellin' if they've heard the news

Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus

Tell'em lock up them high heel shoes

Chorus:

When God-fearin' women get the blues

There ain't no slap-dab-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've stirred my last batch of gray

You don't have to be my baby

Call all the deacons

Call the Ladies Aid

Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors

Call every bass

Well call all the Pentecostals

Bring that anointing oil too

Well call the preacher

He's the only one can reach her

And there ain't no time to lose

Repeat Chorus

She's on all our prayer list

She's on all our hearts

As for the Easter cantata

We don't know who'll sing her part

Repeat Chorus

Thanks to eryka de guzman for these lyrics