Lock up your husbands

Lock up your sons

Lock up your whiskey cabinets

Girls lock up your guns

And Lock up the beauty shop

No tellin if they've heard the news

Call the boys downtown and Neiman Marcus

Tell Em' lock them high heeled shoes



Chorus:

When God fearin' women get the blues

There ain't no slap down or tellin what they're gonna do

Run around yellin

I've got a mustang it'll do 80

You don't have to be my baby

I stirred my last batch of gravy

You don't have to be my, be my, be my baby



Call all the decons

Call the ladies aid

Call all the altos, sopranos

Tenors call every bass

Well call all the pentacostals

And bring all the annointing oil too

Well call the preacher

He's the only one who can reach her

And there ain't no time to lose



Chorus:

When God fearin' women get the blues

There ain't no slap down or tellin what they're gonna do

Run around yellin

I've got a mustang it'll do 80

You don't have to be my baby

I stirred my last batch of gravy

You don't have to be my, be my, be my baby



When God fearin' women get the blues

There ain't no slap down or tellin what they're gonna do

Run around yellin

I've got a mustang it'll do 80

You don't have to be my baby

I stirred my last batch of gravy

You don't have to be my, be my, be my baby



She's on all our prayer lists

She's on all our hearts

As for the easter cantada picked out

We don't know who'll sing her part



When God fearin' women get the blues

There ain't no slap down or tellin what they're gonna do

Run around yellin

I've got a mustang it'll do 80

You don't have to be my baby

I stirred my last batch of gravy

You don't have to be my, be my, be my baby