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Lock up your husbands
Lock up your sons
Lock up your whiskey cabinets
Girls, lock up your guns

Lock up the beauty shop
No tellin' if they've heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus
Tell 'em lock up them high heel shoes

When God fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap-dab-a-tellin'
What they're gonna do?
Run around yellin'

I've got a Mustang, it will 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 bass

Well, call all the Pentecostals
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-a-tellin'
What they're gonna do?
Run around yellin'

I've got a Mustang, it will 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

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-a-tellin'
What they're gonna do?
Run around yellin'

I've got a Mustang, it will 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