Текст песни Tracy Byrd - Walking To Jerusalem
Tracy Byrd - Walking To Jerusalem слова песни
(Sam Hogin/Mark D. Sanders)I dressed up in my bestMy Ropers and my vestAnd waited by the door with these rosesTill you came walkin` inWith your high falutin` friendsSo busy lookin` down your nosesNow here you are ignorin` meGirl I might as well beWalkin` to JerusalemMarchin` with MethuselahReadin` signs in ArabicRavin` like a lunaticBy the time you tell me I`m the oneI`ll be stickin` out my thumbAnd walkin` to JerusalemYou wore your boots last nightYou kissed me and held me tightYou said you`d always be my cowgirlBut tonight you`re hangin` outWith that Christian Dior crowdSo where does that leave me now girlYou`re as cold as Polar regionsI oughta join the French Foreign Legion And GoWalkin` to JerusalemMarchin` with MethuselahReadin` signs in ArabicRavin` like a lunaticBy the time you tell me I`m the oneI`ll be stickin` out my thumbAnd walkin` to JerusalemI can see me in a long robeStudyin` the book of Job andWalkin` to JerusalemMarchin` with MethuselahReadin` signs in ArabicAnd ravin` like a lunaticBy the time you tell me I`m the oneI`ll be stickin` out my thumbAnd walkin`By the time you tell me I`m the oneI`ll be stickin` out my thumbAnd walkin` to JerusalemAnd walkin` to JerusalemAnd walkin` to Jerusalem