Wrangled

If I had a dollar for every time he tracked his dirty feet

'Cross my clean kitchen floor

I'd be like those girls in the magazines

I 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 wide open space

Between all of this ropin' and ridin'

I might as well be hog-tied and strangled

I'm tired of wakin' up feelin' like I've been wrangled

Rather eat dirt than bake another prizewinning cherry pie

The girls down at church can go to hell

Ironin' shirts and keepin' babies quiet

Ain't no life, it's a living 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'

I might as well be hog-tied and strangled

Tired of wakin' up feelin' like I've been wrangled

He's real tight with the money

Keeps his truck runnin' like a top

And I've seen him go till his hands were bloody

He ain't the kind of man who knows how to stop

Bible says, the 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'

I might as well be hog-tied and strangled

Tired of wakin' up feelin' like I've been wrangled

Tired of wakin' up feelin' like I've been wrangled