Tracy Byrd - Walking to jerusalem - single version lyrics

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 Oh girl, I might as well be, now 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' to Jerusalem You wore your boots last night You kissed and held me tight You said, you'd always be my cowgirl But tonight you're hangin' 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 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' 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' Well, 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 And walkin' to Jerusalem