When God Fearin Women Get The Blues Acordes

[Prelude]
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“She was the prom queen, he was a quarterback 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 pedestrian's 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 boys 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’ve stirred my last batch of gravy, 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’ve stirred my last batch of gravy, you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . .  Bay hay bee.
 
[Interlude]
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[Bridge]
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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’ve stirred my last batch of gravy, you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . .  Bay hay bee.
 
[Outro]
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