Wrangled - 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