When God Fearin Women Get The Blues chords
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[Prelude]
N.C.
"She was the prom queen, he was a quarterback of the football team
N.C.
and it all looked so promising, we never thought anything 'ud happen like this
N.C.
and then, all of a sudden, twenty five years of love and devotion, down the drain.”
[INTRO]
Hu[D]mmm we all heard her hollering, for a country m[A]ile,
Cheatin' s[D]ure shows a complete lack of st[G]yle,
Well she, t[D]ook out three parking meters, and a pedestrian's p[A]urse,
The d[C]ay she quit the Baptist choir and threw that F[G]ord into rev[D]erse.
[VERSE 1]
L[D]ock up your husbands, lock up your sons,
L[D]ock up your whiskey cabinets, and girls lock up your guns,
L[D]ock 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,
[CHORUS]
When [Bm]God fearin' w[G]omen get the bl[D]ues,
There ain't [G]no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna [A]do, Run around yellin',
[D]I got a Mustang, [G]it'll do 80, [A]you don't have to [D]be my baby,
[D]I’ve stirred my last [G]batch of gravy, [A]you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . Bay hay [D]bee.
[VERSE 2]
C[D]all all the Deacons, call the Ladies aid,
C[D]all all the altos, sopranos, tenors, call every bass,
W[D]ell, 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.
[CHORUS]
When [Bm]God fearin' w[G]omen get the bl[D]ues,
There ain't [G]no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna [A]do, Run around yellin',
[D]I got a Mustang, [G]it'll do 80, [A]you don't have to [D]be my baby,
[D]I’ve stirred my last [G]batch of gravy, [A]you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . Bay hay [D]bee.
[INTERLUDE]
[D] [G] [A] [A] [D] [G] [A] [A]
[BRIDGE]
[Bm] N.C.
She's on all our prayer lists, [Bm] N.C.
She's on all our hearts,
[G] N.C.
As for the Easter Cantata, [A] N.C.
We don't know who'll sing her part.
[D] [D] [D] [D] 'Let's go girl'.
[CHORUS]
When [Bm]God fearin' w[G]omen get the bl[D]ues,
There ain't [G]no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna [A]do, Run around yellin',
[D]I got a Mustang, [G]it'll do 80, [A]you don't have to [D]be my baby,
[D]I’ve stirred my last [G]batch of gravy, [A]you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . Bay hay [D]bee.
[OUTRO]
[D]
N.C.
"She was the prom queen, he was a quarterback of the football team
N.C.
and it all looked so promising, we never thought anything 'ud happen like this
N.C.
and then, all of a sudden, twenty five years of love and devotion, down the drain.”
[INTRO]
Hu[D]mmm we all heard her hollering, for a country m[A]ile,
Cheatin' s[D]ure shows a complete lack of st[G]yle,
Well she, t[D]ook out three parking meters, and a pedestrian's p[A]urse,
The d[C]ay she quit the Baptist choir and threw that F[G]ord into rev[D]erse.
[VERSE 1]
L[D]ock up your husbands, lock up your sons,
L[D]ock up your whiskey cabinets, and girls lock up your guns,
L[D]ock 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,
[CHORUS]
When [Bm]God fearin' w[G]omen get the bl[D]ues,
There ain't [G]no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna [A]do, Run around yellin',
[D]I got a Mustang, [G]it'll do 80, [A]you don't have to [D]be my baby,
[D]I’ve stirred my last [G]batch of gravy, [A]you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . Bay hay [D]bee.
[VERSE 2]
C[D]all all the Deacons, call the Ladies aid,
C[D]all all the altos, sopranos, tenors, call every bass,
W[D]ell, 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.
[CHORUS]
When [Bm]God fearin' w[G]omen get the bl[D]ues,
There ain't [G]no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna [A]do, Run around yellin',
[D]I got a Mustang, [G]it'll do 80, [A]you don't have to [D]be my baby,
[D]I’ve stirred my last [G]batch of gravy, [A]you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . Bay hay [D]bee.
[INTERLUDE]
[D] [G] [A] [A] [D] [G] [A] [A]
[BRIDGE]
[Bm] N.C.
She's on all our prayer lists, [Bm] N.C.
She's on all our hearts,
[G] N.C.
As for the Easter Cantata, [A] N.C.
We don't know who'll sing her part.
[D] [D] [D] [D] 'Let's go girl'.
[CHORUS]
When [Bm]God fearin' w[G]omen get the bl[D]ues,
There ain't [G]no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna [A]do, Run around yellin',
[D]I got a Mustang, [G]it'll do 80, [A]you don't have to [D]be my baby,
[D]I’ve stirred my last [G]batch of gravy, [A]you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . Bay hay [D]bee.
[OUTRO]
[D]
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