Story Behind The Song

you're gonna have to ask Martina Mcbride that !

Song Description

The same reason that is up above!

Lyrics

Cover by Martina McBride Lock up, your husbands , lock up your sons, lock up your whiskey cabinets girls lock up your guns. Lock up the beauty shop and ain't tell'em have they heard the news ,call the boys downtown and niema marcus tell'em lock up them high heeled shoes!
When god fearin women get the blues,!



( That is only part of the song and as you can tell it is not my oraginal song!)


GOD FEARIN? WOMAN GET THE BLUES
Martinia McBride

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 them high heeled shoes

Chorus:
When God fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap down a 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 fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap down a 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 fearin' 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