When God Fearin Women Get The Blues - Ver 2

D A Hummm we all heard her hollering, for a country mile, D G Cheatin' sure shows a complete lack of style, D A Well she, took out three parking meters, and a pedestrian's purse, C G D The day she quit the Baptist choir and threw that Ford into reverse. D Lock up your husbands, lock up your sons, D Lock up your whiskey cabinets, and girls lock up your guns, D Lock up the beauty shop, there's no tellin' if they've heard the news, D N.C. D N.C. D N.C. D Call the boys downtown and Neiman Marcus, tell 'em lock up them high heeled shoes, Bm G D When God fearin' women get the blues, G A There ain't no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna do, Run around yellin', D G A D I got a Mustang, it'll do 80, you don't have to be my baby, D G A D I’ve stirred my last batch of gravy, you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . Bay hay bee. D Call all the Deacons, call the Ladies aid, D Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors, call every bass, D Well, call all the Pentecostals, and bring that anointing oil too, D N.C. D N.C. D N.C. D Well, call the Preacher, he's the only could reach her and there ain't no time to lose. Bm G D When God fearin' women get the blues, G A There ain't no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna do, Run around yellin', D G A D I got a Mustang, it'll do 80, you don't have to be my baby, D G A D I’ve stirred my last batch of gravy, you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . Bay hay bee. D G A A D G A A Bm N.C. Bm N.C. She's on all our prayer lists, She's on all our hearts, G N.C. A N.C. As for the Easter Cantata, We don't know who'll sing her part. D D D D 'Let's go girl'. Bm G D When God fearin' women get the blues, G A There ain't no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna do, Run around yellin', D G A D I got a Mustang, it'll do 80, you don't have to be my baby, D G A D I’ve stirred my last batch of gravy, you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . Bay hay bee. D