A Certain Type of Girl

When I was a boy, my daddy told me
"Son, don't you ever mess with a certain type of girl"
No, I've wished more than twice that I'd taken dad's advice
I wish it more than anything in this world

He grabbed himself a bottle, and he looked me in the eye
And he'd take a plug and wipe it from his chin
He'd say, "Son, don't put much part in those matters of the heart"
I wished I had listened to him

And tell me, "Oh Jesus! I'm asking you, please
How do I make this endless heartache cease?
Lord, I'd believe in you if you'd believe in me too
I just want a little peace"
(C'mon now)

Us big city boys
We don't think about it much
It's all whiskey, wine, and messing around with drugs
All these secrets that we keep, never knowing where we'll sleep
I guess I always thought it was enough

But I've this feeling in my heart
These days of wanting more
Something to ease this weary head
So I guess I thought that girl might redeem me from this world
Lord, I should've asked you instead

And tell me, "Oh Jesus! I'm down on my knees
I know that I'm no long-suffering priest
But I believe in you, could you believe in me too?
And I just want a little peace
Oh Lord, I just need a little peace"



Credits
Writer(s): Mikel Frans Jollett
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