ฟังเพลงWhen God-Fearin' Women Get The Blues

When God-Fearin' Women Get The Blues - Martina McBride

Lyrics by：Leslie Satcher

Composed by：Leslie Satcher

Produced by：Paul Worley

Lock up your husbands

Lock up your sons

Lock up your whiskey cabinets

Girls lock up your guns

Lock up the beauty shop

No telling if they've heard the news

Call the boys downtown at neiman marcus

Tell 'em lock up them high-heeled shoes

When God fearin women get the blues

There ain't no slap dab atellin what they're gonna do

Run around yellin I gotta mustang

Itll do eighty

You don't have to be my baby

I've stirred my last batch of gravy

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

And 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

When God fearin women get the blues

There ain't no slap dab atellin what they're gonna do

Run around yellin I gotta mustang

Itll do eighty

You don't have to be my baby

I've stirred my last batch of gravy

You don't have to be my baby

She's on all our prayer lists

She's on all our hearts

As for the easter cantata

We don't know wholl sing her part

When God fearin women get the blues

There ain't no slap dab atellin what they're gonna do

Run around yellin I gotta mustang

Itll do eighty

You don't have to be my baby

I've stirred my last batch of gravy

You don't have to be my baby