Текст песни Walking To Jerusalem - Tracy Byrd
I
dressed
up
in
my
best
My
Ropers
and
my
vest
And
waited
by
the
door
with
these
roses
Till
you
came
walkin'
in
With
your
high
falutin'
friends
So
busy
lookin'
down
your
noses
Now
here
you
are
ignorin'
me
Girl
I
might
as
well
be
Walkin'
to
Jerusalem
Marchin'
with
Methuselah
Readin'
signs
in
Arabic
Ravin'
like
a
lunatic
By
the
time
you
tell
me
I'm
the
one
I'll
be
stickin'
out
my
thumb
And
walkin'
to
Jerusalem
You
wore
your
boots
last
night
You
kissed
me
and
held
me
tight
You
said
you'd
always
be
my
cowgirl
But
tonight
you're
hangin'
out
With
that
Christian
Dior
crowd
So
where
does
that
leave
me
now
girl
You're
as
cold
as
Polar
regions
I
oughta
join
the
French
Foreign
Legion
And
Go
Walkin'
to
Jerusalem
Marchin'
with
Methuselah
Readin'
signs
in
Arabic
Ravin'
like
a
lunatic
By
the
time
you
tell
me
I'm
the
one
I'll
be
stickin'
out
my
thumb
And
walkin'
to
Jerusalem
I
can
see
me
in
a
long
robe
Studyin'
the
book
of
Job
and
Walkin'
to
Jerusalem
Marchin'
with
Methuselah
Readin'
signs
in
Arabic
And
ravin'
like
a
lunatic
By
the
time
you
tell
me
I'm
the
one
I'll
be
stickin'
out
my
thumb
And
walkin'
By
the
time
you
tell
me
I'm
the
one
I'll
be
stickin'
out
my
thumb
And
walkin'
to
Jerusalem
And
walkin'
to
Jerusalem
And
walkin'
to
Jerusalem
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