Jack It To Jesus Spray It To Hell

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[Verse]
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There’s a long line of rhine-stoned embroidery
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Lots of hard headed women back in history
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From coal miners daughters, Jolene’s rated X
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While the ladies sleeping single in their double beds

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P-t-a, 9 to 5, lived with drinkers, cheaters, liars
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Knew that life was no rose garden after all

[Chorus]
B                    Em                        B
They broke their own hearts, while blazing the trail
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Those honkey-tonk angels, wore the pain well
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They teased it up high, like true southern belles
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They jacked it to Jesus, they sprayed it to hell

[Verse]
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Nothing but class when country was cool
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Wrestled some devils, while their brown eyes turned blue
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Stood by their man, even when he was wrong
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Or drove themselves crazy, playing house for too long

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D-i-v-o-r-c-e, Bouncing babies on their knees
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Always knew a smile was just a lipstick coat away

[Chorus]
B                     Em                        B
They broke their own hearts, while blazing the trail
B                 A                     Em
Those honkey-tonk angels, wore the pain well
Em                                         B
They teased it up high, like true southern belles
B                 A                         Em
They jacked it to Jesus, they sprayed it to hell

[Verse]
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Sometimes you gotta stitch your own seams
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Thread your own needle, with your sequin dreams
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You put on your war paint, nobody’ll ever know
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Well baby get your boots on, its time for the show

[Bridge]
B                  E
You break your own heart
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While you blaze the trail
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For a honkey-tonk angel
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You sure wear it well

[Chorus]
B                     Em                       B
They broke their own hearts, while blazing the trail
B                 A                     Em
Those honkey-tonk angels, wore the pain well
Em                                          B
They teased it up high, like true southern belles
B                 A                         Em
They jacked it to Jesus, they sprayed it to hell

B           A                 Em
Jack it to Jesus, spray it to hell