Jaida Dreyer - Jack it to jesus spray it to hell

^E7There’s a long line of rhine-stoned ^B7embroidery ^B7Lots of ^A7hard headed women back in ^E7history ^E7From coal miners daughters, ^B7Jolene’s rated X ^B7While the ^A7ladies sleeping single in their d^Em7ouble beds

^Em7P-t-a, 9 to 5, lived with ^B7drinkers, cheaters, ^E7liars ^E7Knew that l^Aife was no rose garden after a^E7ll

^BThey broke their own ^Emhearts, while blazing the ^Btrail ^BThose honkey-tonk ^Aangels, wore the pain ^Emwell ^EmThey teased it up high, like true southern ^Bbelles ^BThey jacked it to ^AJesus, they sprayed it to ^Emhell

^BNothing but ^Eclass when country was ^Bcool ^BWrestled some d^Aevils, while their brown eyes turned b^Emlue ^EmStood by their ^Emman, even when he was ^Bwrong ^BOr drove themselves c^Arazy, playing house for too l^Emong

^BAlways k^Anew a smile was just a lipstick coat a^Emway [Chorus] ^BThey broke their own h^Emearts, while blazing the t^Brail ^BThose honkey-tonk ^Aangels, wore the pain ^Emwell ^EmThey teased it up high, like true southern ^Bbelles ^BThey jacked it to ^AJesus, they sprayed it to ^Emhell

^EmSometimes you gotta stitch y^Bour own seams ^BThread your own needle, with your se^Equin dreams ^EmYou put on your war paint, ^Bnobody’ll ever know ^BWell ^Ababy get your boots on, its t^Emime for the ^Bshow

^BYou break your own ^Eheart ^EWhile you blaze the ^Btrail ^BFor a honkey-tonk a^Angel ^AYou sure wear it ^Emwell

^BThey broke their own h^Emearts, while blazing the ^Btrail ^BThose honkey-tonk ^Aangels, wore the pain ^Emwell ^EmThey teased it up high, like true southern b^Belles ^BThey jacked it to ^AJesus, they sprayed it to ^Emhell

^BJack it to J^Aesus, spray it to ^Emhell