Bless Your Heart

My Ex’s been talking about me at the PTA She said I was drinking my sad ole life away, but they all got a whiff of you last Sunday at church right before you stumbled and fell face first in the dirt. Now I aint one to call your kettle black; but if you’re gonna sling mud wearing white girl you better brush up on your facts… Baby, Bless Your Heart Baby, Bless Your Heart You say you own this town, how nice for you. But baby you aint got the sense God gave a mule. You been riding that gossip trail ‘bout every mother in town; You think they’ll take your orders they’ll take you down. Now I aint saying they’ll stab you in the back. But if you think your train’s on easy street you better take a look at that track… Baby, Bless Your Heart Baby, Bless Your Heart Now I aint one to call your kettle black but if you’re gonna sling mud wearing white girl you better brush up on your facts… Baby, Bless Your Heart Baby, Bless Your Heart Baby, Bless Your Heart