Lirik Lagu When God-Fearin' Women Get The Blues - Martina McBride
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
(Leslie Satcher)
She was the prom queenHe was the quarterback of the football teamAnd it all looked so promisingWe never thought anything would happen like thisAnd then all of a suddenTwenty-five years of love and devotionDown the drain
We all heard her hollerin'For a country mileCheatin' shows your complete lack of styleWell she took out three parking metersAnd a pedestrian's purseThe day she quit the baptist choirAnd threw that Ford into reverse
Lock up your husbandsLock up your sonsLock up your whiskey cabinetsGirls lock up your gunsLock up the beauty shopNo tellin' if they've heard the newsCall the boys downtown at Neiman MarcusTell 'em lock up them high heels shoes
When God-fearin' women get the bluesThere ain't no slap-dab-a tellin'What they're gonna doRun around yellin'I've got a MustangIt'll do 80You don't have to be my babyI've stirred my last batch of gravyYou don't have to be my baby
Call all the deaconsCall the ladies aidCall all the altos, sopranos, tenorsCall every bassWell call all the pentecostalsBring that anointing oil tooWell call the preacherHe's the only one can reach herAnd there's ain't no time to lose
When God-fearin' women get the bluesThere ain't no slap-dab-a tellin'What they're gonna doRun around yellin'I've got a MustangIt'll do 80You don't have to be my babyI've stirred my last batch of gravyYou don't have to be my baby
She's on all our prayer listsShe's on all our heartsAs for the Easter cantataWe don't know who'll sang her part
When God-fearin' women get the bluesThere ain't no slap-dab-a tellin'What they're gonna doRun around yellin'I've got a MustangIt'll do 80You don't have to be my babyI've stirred my last batch of gravyYou don't have to be my baby
She was the prom queenHe was the quarterback of the football teamAnd it all looked so promisingWe never thought anything would happen like thisAnd then all of a suddenTwenty-five years of love and devotionDown the drain
We all heard her hollerin'For a country mileCheatin' shows your complete lack of styleWell she took out three parking metersAnd a pedestrian's purseThe day she quit the baptist choirAnd threw that Ford into reverse
Lock up your husbandsLock up your sonsLock up your whiskey cabinetsGirls lock up your gunsLock up the beauty shopNo tellin' if they've heard the newsCall the boys downtown at Neiman MarcusTell 'em lock up them high heels shoes
When God-fearin' women get the bluesThere ain't no slap-dab-a tellin'What they're gonna doRun around yellin'I've got a MustangIt'll do 80You don't have to be my babyI've stirred my last batch of gravyYou don't have to be my baby
Call all the deaconsCall the ladies aidCall all the altos, sopranos, tenorsCall every bassWell call all the pentecostalsBring that anointing oil tooWell call the preacherHe's the only one can reach herAnd there's ain't no time to lose
When God-fearin' women get the bluesThere ain't no slap-dab-a tellin'What they're gonna doRun around yellin'I've got a MustangIt'll do 80You don't have to be my babyI've stirred my last batch of gravyYou don't have to be my baby
She's on all our prayer listsShe's on all our heartsAs for the Easter cantataWe don't know who'll sang her part
When God-fearin' women get the bluesThere ain't no slap-dab-a tellin'What they're gonna doRun around yellin'I've got a MustangIt'll do 80You don't have to be my babyI've stirred my last batch of gravyYou don't have to be my baby
