Lyrics Wrangled - Angaleena Presley

Wrangled

If I 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
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
Wild open space
Between all of this ropin' and ridin'
I might as well be hogtied and strangled
Tired of wakin' up feelin' like I’ve been wrangled
I’d rather eat dirt than bake another prize-winnin' cherry pie
The 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'
I 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'
I 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