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