When God Fearin Women Get The Blues Guitar Chords Martina McBride

[Prelude]
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  “She was the prom queen he was a quarter back of the football team
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and it all looked so promising,  we never thought anything 'ud happen like this
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and then, all of a sudden, twenty five years of love and devotion, down the drain.”

[Intro]
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Hummm we all heard her hollering,  for a country mile,
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Cheatin' sure shows a complete lack of style,
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Well she,  took out three parking meters,  and a pedestrians purse,
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The day she quit the Baptist choir and threw that Ford into reverse.

[Verse 1]
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Lock up your Husbands,  lock up your Sons,
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Lock up your whiskey cabinets,  and girls lock up your guns,
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Lock up the beauty shop there's no tellin' if they've heard the news,
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Call the boy's downtown and Neiman Marcus tell 'em lock up them high heeled shoes,

[Chorus]
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When God fearin' women get the blues,
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There ain't no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna do,      Run around yellin',
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I got a Mustang it'll do 80,  you don't have to be my Baby,
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I stirrd my last batch of crazy,  you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . .  Bay hay bee.

[Verse 2]
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Call all the Deacons,  call the Ladies aid,
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Call all the altos sopranos tenors call every bass,
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Well, call all the Pentecostals, and bring that anointing oil too,
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Well, call the Preacher he's the only could reach her and there ain't no time to lose.

[Chorus]
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When God fearin' women get the blues,
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There ain't no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna do,      Run around yellin',
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I got a Mustang it'll do 80,  you don't have to be my Baby,
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I stood my last batch of crazy,  you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . .  Bay hay bee.

[Interlude]
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     She's on all our prayer lists,      She's on all our hearts,
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     As for the Easter Cantata,      We don't know who'll sing her part.
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                                        'Let's go girl'.
[Chorus]
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When God fearin' women get the blues,
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There ain't no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna do,      Run around yellin',
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I got a Mustang it'll do 80,  you don't have to be my Baby,
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I stood my last batch of crazy,  you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . .  Bay hay bee.

[Outro]
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