LOCK UP
YOUR HUSBANDS
LOCK UP
YOUR SONS
AND LOCK UP YOUR
WHISKEY CABINETS
GIRLS LOCK UP
YOUR GUNS
A-LOCK UP
THE BEAUTY SHOP
A-NO TELLIN'
IF THEY'VE
HEARD THE NEWS
A-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 A-TELLIN'
WHAT THEY'RE
GONNA DO
RUN AROUND YELLIN'
I GOT A 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 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 A-TELLIN'
WHAT THEY'RE
GONNA DO
RUN AROUND YELLIN'
I GOT A 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 BABY
WHEN
GOD-FEARIN' WOMEN
GET THE BLUES
THERE AIN'T NO
SLAP DAB A-TELLIN'
WHAT THEY'RE
GONNA DO
RUN AROUND YELLIN'
I GOT A 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 BABY