When God Fearin Women Get The Blues chords by Martina McBride

Prelude:
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 “She was the prom queen he was a quarter back 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,
     D               G
Cheatin' sure shows a complete lack of style,
      D                         A
Well she, took out three parking meters, and a pedestrians purse,
   C                       G      D
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 boy's downtown and Neiman Marcus tell 'em lock up them high heeled shoes,

Chorus:
   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',
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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 stirrd my last batch of crazy, 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,
    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:
   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 stood my last batch of crazy, you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . Bay hay bee.

Interlude:
D      G      A      A      D      G      A      A
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   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'.
Chorus:
   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 stood my last batch of crazy, you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . Bay hay bee.

Outro: