[Jen]

You heard it??? I think it's a great song! Here are the lyrics! I love Martina McBride's music.

When God-Fearin' Women Get the Blues
by Martina McBride

Lock up your husbands, lock up your sons
lock up your whiskey cabinet, girls lock up your guns
lock up the beauty shop, there's no tellin' if they've heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus, tell 'em lock up them high-heeled shoes

CHORUS:
When God-fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap dab a tellin' what they're gonna do
Run around yelling, I've got a Mustang it'll do 80
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 base
Call all the Pentacostals, and bring that annointing oil too
Call the preacher, he's the only one who can reach her
And there ain't no time to lose

[Snow Bunny]

I had never heard it before, the words are so good.

[MistyCA]

Gosh Jen.....slow down so I can catch up! :)