Tracy Byrd | Lyrics | Walking to Jerusalem

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
I'm 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
I'm 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
Yeah walkin' to Jerusalem
Walkin' to Jerusalem