Chords for Martina McBride - When God-Fearin' Women Get The Blues (Official Video)

[N] This is [C] a new Center 13 [D] special report.
_ We now have the very [Bbm] latest on a developing story out [F] of Bowling Green, Kentucky,
where at this [C] hour, Martina McBride is about to make a statement to the [D] press.
She was the [Bbm] prom [A] queen.
He was a quarterback of the football [Ab] team, and it all looks so promising.
We never [F] thought anything had happened like this.
And then all of a sudden, [D] 25 years of love and devotion
_ [Dm] down the drain. _
_ _ _ [D] Hmm.
_ [Bm] _
We all heard her hollering.
[Dm]
Are you done?
[G] I didn't have time.
[D] For a contramise.
[Dm] I [D] have had it with you.
[A] Cheating [Bm] _
_ [Em] shows [Bm] your complete _ lack of [D] style. _ _ _
Well, she [B] took [Bm] out three parking [F] [E] meters _ [D] and a _ pedestrian's purse.
Up and down and all [A] over the ground.
[D] The day she quit the [A] Baptist choir [F] and threw that [G] _ _ fort into _ [F] _ [D] rivers. _ _ _ _
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_ That's right.
She is my wife. _ _
[G] Sure, she just having [D] a bad day.
Lock up your _ husband.
_ Lock up your sons.
_ _ _ Lock up your whiskey cabinets.
[Dm] Girls, lock up your guns.
_ _ _ Lock up a beauty shop.
No telling if they've heard the _ news.
Call up boys in Antrim.
_ Tell them to lock up them high-heeled shoes.
[Bm] When God's [G] fearing the women, get [D] the blues. _
_ _ _ _ There ain't no slap dab of telling what they're gonna [A] _
do.
_ Run around [D] yelling, I got my [G] spring heels.
You _ [A] _
don't [G] have to be my [D] baby.
I've stirred my [G] last batch of [D] gravy.
[A]
You don't have [G] to be my _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] baby.
By this larcenous deed, I mean we're talking grand larceny here.
And I hate to besmirch the character of a flower of southern womanhood.
Call all _ _ deacons.
_ [Dm] Call the [D] ladies' aide.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ Call all the alto sopranos, tenors.
Call every bass.
_ Well, call the [D] _ Pentecostals and bring that _ anointing [Dm] oil too.
_ _ Well, call the preacher.
He's the only one can reach her and there ain't no time to lose.
_ [Bm] When God's fearing [G] the women, get [D] the blues.
_ _ _ _ There ain't no slap dab of telling what they're [A] gonna do.
_ Run around _ [D] _ _
_ yelling, I got my [G] spring heels.
You [A] _
don't have [G] to be [D] my baby.
I've stirred my [G] last batch [D] of gravy.
[A]
You don't [G] have to be _ _ my _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] baby. _ _
She left everything she was wearing in the dress room, even the shoes.
_ _ _ _ _ _ The live report from Martina McBride, a popular American song star.
[Bm] Martina? _
She's on all our [D] prayer _ lists.
She's on all our hearts. _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ As for the [Em] Easter cantata, _ we don't [A] know _ who'll sing her parts. _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Go girl.
[Bm] When _ God's fearing [G] the women, get the [D] blues.
_ _ _ _ There ain't no slap dab of telling what they're gonna [A] do.
_ _ Run around yelling, [D] I got my [G] spring heels.
_ [A] You don't have to be [D] my baby.
I've stirred my [G] last batch of [D] gravy.
[A]
You don't have [G] to be my baby. _
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_ _ _ _ _ Some say this is a perfect example of what happens when God's fearing women