Jack It To Jesus Spray It To Hell

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[Verse]
E7                                
There’s a long line of 
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rhine-stoned embroidery
B7      A7                        
Lots of hard headed women back in 
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history
E7                          B7
From coal miners daughters, Jolene’s
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B7        A7                     
While the ladies sleeping single 
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in their double beds

Em7                       B7     
P-t-a, 9 to 5, lived with 
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drinkers, cheaters, liars
E7         A                     
Knew that life was no rose garden
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 after all

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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