كلمات 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 (Come on 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 and could you believe in me too I just want a little peace Oh lord, I just need a little peace