When God Furey 'N' Women Get The Blues Lyrics
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When God Furey 'N' Women Get The Blues Lyricsby Martina McBride Buy album CD: Other Songs B - L 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
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