When God Fearin' Women Get the Blues (In the Style of Martina Mcbride) (Karaoke Version) - ProSource Karaoke (专业卡拉ok)

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

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 will do 80

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

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-a-tellin'

What they're gonna do

Run around yellin'

I've got a Mustang it will do 80

You don't have to be my baby

I've stirred my last batch of gravy

You don't have to be my baby

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 will do 80

You don't have to be my baby

I've stirred my last batch of gravy

You don't have to be my baby