When God Fearin Women Get The Blues Teclado

	  
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, 
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Cheatin' sure shows a complete lack of style, 
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Well she,  took out three parking meters,  and a pedestrians purse, 
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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, 


     Bm           G              D 
When God fearin' women get the blues, 
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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, 
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Well, call the Preacher he's the only could reach her and there ain't no time to lose. 
 
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When God fearin' women get the blues, 
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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 stood my last batch of crazy,  you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . .  Bay hay bee.
 

Interlude 
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Bm  N.C.                             Bm  N.C. 
     She's on all our prayer lists,      She's on all our hearts, 
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     As for the Easter Cantata,      We don't know who'll sing her part. 
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                                        'Let's go girl'. 

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

Outro 
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