Tracy Byrd - Walking To Jerusalem lyrics

I dressed up in my best

My Ropers and my vest

And waited by the door with these roses

'Til you came walking in

With your high faluting friends

So busy looking down your noses

Now here you are ignoring me

Oh, girl, I might as well be

Walking to Jerusalem

Marching with Methuselah

Reading signs in Arabic

Raving like a lunatic

By the time you tell me I'm the one

I'll be sticking out my thumb

And walking 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 hanging out

With your 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

Walking to Jerusalem

Marching with Methuselah

Reading signs in Arabic

Raving like a lunatic

By the time you tell me I'm the one

I'll be sticking out my thumb

And walking to Jerusalem

I can see me in a long robe

Studying the book of Job

And walking to Jerusalem

Marching with Methuselah

Reading signs in Arabic

And raving like a lunatic

By the time you tell me I'm the one

I'll be sticking out my thumb

And walking

By the time you tell me I'm the one

I'll be sticking out my thumb

And walking to Jerusalem

And walking to Jerusalem

And walking to Jerusalem