Wrangled Songtext
von 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