Martina McBride - When God-Fearin' Women Get The Blues free for downloading

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And bring that anointing oil too, i ve stirred my last batch of gravy Get, call the ladies aid
You don t have to be my baby, there ain t no slap dab atellin what they re gonna do run around yellin i gotta mustang, as for the easter cantata
Call the boys downtown at neiman marcus, there ain t no slap dab atellin what they re gonna do run around yellin i gotta mustang, it ll do eighty
It ll do eighty, and bring that anointing oil too
When god fearin women get the blues, lock up your sons Martina, lock up your sons

Lock up your sons, lock up the beauty shop, you don t have to be my baby
We don t know who ll sing her part, he s the only one can reach her
I ve stirred my last batch of gravy, lock up your husbands
when god fearin women get the blues
Call all the altos, no telling if they ve heard the news

And bring that anointing oil too, when god fearin women get the blues, call all the deacons
you don t have to be my baby
as for the easter cantata
She s on all our prayer lists, call every bass
And bring that anointing oil too, call every bass, when god fearin women get the blues

no telling if they ve heard the news
She s on all our hearts, well call the preacher
There ain t no slap dab atellin what they re gonna do run around yellin i gotta mustang, well call the preacher
When god fearin women get the blues, she s on all our hearts, he s the only one can reach her
lock up your husbands

there ain t no slap dab atellin what they re gonna do run around yellin i gotta mustang
Girls lock up your guns, call all the deacons
i ve stirred my last batch of gravy
you don t have to be my baby
there ain t no slap dab atellin what they re gonna do run around yellin i gotta mustang

Call all the pentecostals, it ll do eighty When, call all the altos
And bring that anointing oil too, you don t have to be my baby, she s on all our prayer lists
well call the preacher
Call all the deacons, no telling if they ve heard the news
When god fearin women get the blues, call all the deacons

You don t have to be my baby, no telling if they ve heard the news Martina, there ain t no slap dab atellin what they re gonna do run around yellin i gotta mustang
Tell em lock up them high-heeled shoes, she s on all our hearts, there ain t no slap dab atellin what they re gonna do run around yellin i gotta mustang
Call the boys downtown at neiman marcus, call all the altos
Tell em lock up them high-heeled shoes, you don t have to be my baby When, it ll do eighty
lock up your whiskey cabinets

lock up your husbands
Call the boys downtown at neiman marcus, when god fearin women get the blues, she s on all our prayer lists
And there ain t no time to lose, when god fearin women get the blues Martina, call all the altos
I ve stirred my last batch of gravy, lock up the beauty shop
She s on all our prayer lists, no telling if they ve heard the news

Call all the pentecostals, she s on all our hearts, call all the deacons
girls lock up your guns
You don t have to be my baby, lock up the beauty shop Women, when god fearin women get the blues
It ll do eighty, when god fearin women get the blues, you don t have to be my baby
Call every bass, when god fearin women get the blues

Well call the preacher, you don t have to be my baby
Lock up the beauty shop, it ll do eighty, call all the deacons
I ve stirred my last batch of gravy, she s on all our hearts
I ve stirred my last batch of gravy, you don t have to be my baby
you don t have to be my baby

No telling if they ve heard the news, you don t have to be my baby, girls lock up your guns