Walking To Jerusalem Lyrics - Tracy Byrd

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 

Oh girl, I might as well be, now 

Walkin' to Jerusalem 

Marchin' with Methuselah 

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' to Jerusalem 

You wore your boots last night 

You kissed and held me tight 

You said, you'd always be my cowgirl 

But tonight you're hangin' out 

With your 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 

And 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 

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' 

Well, 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 

And walkin' to Jerusalem 

And walkin' to Jerusalem