Tracy Byrd - Walkin to jerusalem

I ^Ddressed up in my best My^A Ropers and my vest And^G waited by the door with these ^Droses Till ^Dyou came walkin' in With your ^Ahigh falutin' friends So ^Gbusy lookin' down your ^Dnoses Now ^Ghere you are ignorin' me ^AGirl I might as well be

^DWalkin' to Jerusalem Marchin' with Methuselah ^GReadin' signs in Arabic ^DRavin' like a lunatic By the ^Atime you tell me I'm the one ^GI'll be stickin' out my thumb And ^Dwalkin' to Jerusalem

You ^Dwore your boots last night You ^Akissed me and held me tight You s^Gaid you'd always be my ^Dcowgirl But ^Dtonight you're hangin' out With that ^AChristian Dior crowd So w^Ghere does that leave me ^Dnow girl You're as ^Gcold as Polar regions I oughta join the ^AFrench Foreign Legion And Go

^DWalkin' to Jerusalem Marchin' with Methuselah ^GReadin' signs in Arabic R^Davin' like a lunatic By the ^Atime you tell me I'm the one ^GI'll be stickin' out my thumb And ^Dwalkin' to Jerusalem

I can ^Gsee me in a long robe ^AStudyin' the book of Job and

^DWalkin' to Jerusalem Marchin' with Methuselah ^GReadin' signs in Arabic A^Dnd ravin' like a lunatic By the ^Atime you tell me I'm the one ^GI'll be stickin' out my thumb And ^Dwalkin'

By the ^Atime you tell me I'm the one ^GI'll be stickin' out my thumb And w^Dalkin' to Jerusalem And ^Dwalkin' to Jerusalem And ^Dwalkin' to Jerusalem