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"