Martina McBride – When God Fearin Women Get The Blues (Guitar)

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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]
          D  N.C.                                A  N.C.
Hummm we all heard her hollering, for a country mile,

          D  N.C.                        Bm  N.C.
Cheatin' sure shows a complete lack of style,

                           D  N.C.                 A  N.C.
Well she, took out three parking meters, and a pedestrian's purse,

                                        C  N.C.    G  N.C.         D  N.C.     
The day she quit the Baptist choir and threw that Ford into reverse.
[Interlude] D D D D [Verse 1]
D               D          D                  D
  Lock up your husbands,    And lock up your sons,

D                D                    D                 D
  Lock up your whiskey cabinets and girls lock up your guns,

D                   D                     D                            D
  And lock 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]
     Bm           G              D            D
When God fearin' women get the blues,

            D               D                         A          A
There ain't no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna do,       Run around yellin',

D                G         D   A                G      D
I got a Mustang, it'll do 80, you don't have to be my baby,

D                     G         D     A                G         G         G         G         D
I’ve stirred my last batch of gravy, you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . . .  Bay hay bee.
[Interlude] D D D [Verse 2]
D               D           D                  D
  Call all the Deacons,       Call the Ladies aid,

D                D               D                D
  Call all the altos sopranos, tenors call every bass,

         D                 D                         D           D
  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            D
When God fearin' women get the blues,

            D               D                         A          A
There ain't no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna do,       Run around yellin',

D                G         D   A                G      D
I got a Mustang, it'll do 80, you don't have to be my baby,

D                     G         D     A                G         G         G         G         D
I’ve stirred my last batch of gravy, you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . . .  Bay hay bee.
[Interlude] D D D [Bridge]
Bm  N.C.                              D  N.C.
     She's on all our prayer lists,      She's on all our hearts,

Bm  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            D
When God fearin' women get the blues,

            D               D                         A          A
There ain't no slap dabb a tellin' what they're gonna do,       Run around yellin',

D                G         D   A                G      D
I got a Mustang, it'll do 80, you don't have to be my baby,

D                     G         D     A                G         G         G         G         D
I’ve stirred my last batch of gravy, you don't have to be my . . . . . . . . . . . .  Bay hay bee.
[Outro] D D G D D D A D D D G D D A D D D D G D D D A D D D G D D A D