Walking To Jerusalem — текст песни (Tracy Byrd)

(Sam Hogin/Mark D. Sanders)

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