Paroles When God Fearin' Women Get The Blues de Martina McBride

Martina McBride
  • 0.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de Martina McBrideloading
  • Note 0.0/5 basée sur 0 avis.
  • Artiste: Martina McBride4384
  • Chanson: When God Fearin' Women Get The Blues
  • Langue:

Les chansons similaires

Call Me de Soraya Arnelas

Hey how long I've been waitin' for a love so tender hey hey hey how long can I stay without your touch I wonder you you you you tell me you can ever know oh loneliness hey my love no no don't leave me on my own please call...

Keep de Scott E Cooper

Baby I'm glad to be stranded here with you You can pull me apart or you can pull me right through Waiting for words just to flow like wine I'm unbreakable now you're by my side Baby I'll call we can go out on the town I...

Bootie call de All Saints

Bring it on, bring it bring it on a, bring it on, bring it bring it on a, bring it on, bring it bring it on a, bring it on, bring it bring it on a, bring it on, bring it bring it on a, bring it on, bring...

Til He Comes Home de Olivia

(VERSE 1) I'm in love with Americas most wanted dangerous thug wanna call him but my phones bugged and I'm wondering how long he'll be gone really want to see your face so meet me at a secret place I...

Lock me in your heart de Mandy Moore

Mandy... The sound of your voice is sweet like candy. There was a time When I was all alone Waiting for someone I could call my own I closed my eyes and dreamt you Up all day My prince of charms would...

Textes et Paroles de When God Fearin' Women Get The Blues




Lock up your husbands
Lock up your sons
Lock up your whiskey cabinets
Girls lock up your guns
Lock up the beauty shop
No telling if they've heard the news
Call the boys downtown at neiman marcus
Tell 'em lock up them high-heeled shoes

When god fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap dab atellin' what they're gonna do
Run around yellin' "i gotta mustang
It'll do eighty
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby"

Call all the deacons
Call the ladies' aid
Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors, call every bass
Well, call all the pentecostals
And bring that anointing oil too
Well call the preacher
He's the only one can reach her
And there ain't no time to lose

When god fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap dab atellin' what they're gonna do
Run around yellin' "i gotta mustang
It'll do eighty
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby"

She's on all our prayer lists
She's on all our hearts
As for the easter cantata
We don't know who'll sing her part.

When god fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap dab atellin' what they're gonna do
Run around yellin' "i gotta mustang
It'll do eighty
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby"

N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons