Martina Mcbride When God Furey `n` Women Get The Blues Lyrics

When God Furey `n` Women Get The Blues Lyrics

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 up them high heeled shoes

Chorus:
When God fearing 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

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 fearing 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

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 fearing 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