作词 : Presley, Angaleena
作曲 : Presley, Angaleena
If you had a dollar for every time he tracked his dirty feet
Across my clean kitchen floor
I'd be like those girls in the magazines
Wouldn't be under his thumb no more
Bible says a woman oughta know her place
Mine's out here in the middle of all of this
Wild open space
Between all of this ropin' and ridin'
Might as well be hogtied and strangled
Tired of wakin' up feelin' like I've been wrangled
Rather eat dirt than bake another prize winnin' cherry pie
Girls down in church can go to hell
Ironin' shirts and keepin' babies quiet
Ain't no life it's a livin' jail
Bible says a woman oughta know her place
Mine's out here in the middle of all of this
Wide open space
Between all of this ropin' and ridin'
Might as well be hogtied and strangled
Tired of wakin' up feelin' like I've been wrangled
He's real tight with money
Keeps his truck runnin' like a top
I've seen him to go 'Til his hands are bloody
He ain't the kind of man who knows how to stop
Bible says a woman oughta know her place
Mine's out here in the middle of all of this
Wide open space
Between all of this ropin' and ridin'
Might as well be hogtied and strangled
Tired of wakin' up feelin' like I've been wrangled
Tired of wakin' up feelin' like I've been wrangled