Wrangled Lyrics - Angaleena Presley

If you 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