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
Wouldn't be under his thumb no more
Bible says a woman ought to 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 waking up feelin' like I've been wrangled
Rather eat dirt than bake another prize-winnin' cherry pie
The girls down at church can go to hell
Ironin' shirts and keepin' babies quiet
Ain't no life, it's a livin' jail
Bible says a woman ought to 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 waking up feelin' like I've been wrangled
He's real tight with money
Keeps his truck runnin' like a top
I've seen him go 'til his hands are bloody
He ain't the kind of man that knows how to stop
Bible says a woman ought to 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 waking up feelin' like I've been wrangled
Tired of waking up feelin' like I've been wrangled