"Wrangled" as written by and Angaleena Presley....
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


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"Wrangled" as written by Angaleena Presley

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Walt Disney Music Company

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