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Martina McBride - When God-Fearin' Women Get The Blues (Official Music Video) (VIDEO)

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"When God-Fearin' Women Get The Blues" is an entertaining song released as the first single off of Martina McBride's Greatest Hits album in 2001. It peaked at #8 on the US Hot Country Songs (Billboard) chart.

This song tells the tale of a woman that gets the blues for some reason or another and all the trouble she's about to get into. It mentions that only a preacher can help her now and that all the husbands, sons, and whiskey cabinets need to be locked up ASAP.

The music video features a woman that runs into some minor trouble with the law and then her day just goes down hill from there. She steals a car and goes for a joyride and then swipes some clothing from a store! It's all too funny and even Martina mentioned that she laughed the first time she came into contact with this song after the writer, Leslie Satcher, sent her the demo.

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LYRICS BELOW

Lock up your husbands
Lock up your sons
Lock up your whiskey cabinets, girls lock up your guns
Lock up the beauty shop, and 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 (be my, 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 (be my, 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 (be my, be my)
Baby

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