When God Fearin Women Get Blues
Martina McBride

[No Chords]
She was the prom queen; He was the quarterback of the football team
And it all looked so promising, we never thought anything would happen like this
And then all of a sudden, Twenty-five years of love and devotion down the drain

[Intro]    Dx2

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Lock up your husbands Lock up your sons, Lock up your whiskey cabinets Girls lock up your
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Guns, lock up the beauty shop No tellin' if they've heard the news, call the boys downtown at
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Neiman Marcus Tell 'em lock up them high heels shoes


[Chorus]
          Bm     G             Dx2                                                       A
When God fearin' women get the blues, There ain't no slap-dab tellin' What they're gonna do
                    D                  G           A                 G
Run around yellin', I've got a Mustang It'll do 80 You don't have to be my baby
D                    G              A                 Gx3
I've stirred my last batch of gravy You don't have to be ___my baby


[Repeat Intro]    Dx2


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Call all the deacons Call the ladies aid, Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors Call every bass
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Well call all the Pentecostals Bring that anointing oil too, well call the preacher He's the only
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one can reach her And there ain't no time to lose


[Chorus]
         Bm      G             Dx2                                                       A
When God fearin' women get the blues, There ain't no slap-dab tellin' What they're gonna do
                    D                  G           A                 G
Run around yellin', I've got a Mustang It'll do 80 You don't have to be my baby
D                    G              A                 Gx3
I've stirred my last batch of gravy You don't have to be ___my baby


[Solo]    Dx4


[Cho
         Bm      G             Dx2                                                       A
When God fearin' women get the blues, There ain't no slap-dab tellin' What they're gonna do
                    D                  G           A                 G
Run around yellin', I've got a Mustang It'll do 80 You don't have to be my baby
D                    G              A                 Gx3
I've stirred my last batch of gravy You don't have to be ___my baby


[Ending Solo To Fade]    Dx7