| When I was a boy
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| My daddy told me, «son
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| Don’t you ever mess with a certain type of girl»
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| No, I’ve wished more than twice that I’d taken dad’s advice
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| I wish it more than anything in this world
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| He grabbed himself a bottle and he looked me in the eye
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| And he’d take a plug and wipe it from his chin
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| He’d say «son, don’t put much part in those matters of the heart»
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| I wished I had listened to him
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| And tell me oh Jesus!
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| I’m asking you please
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| How do I make this endless heartache cease?
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| Lord, I’d believe in you if you’d believe in me too
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| I just want a little peace
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| (Come on now)
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| Us big city boys
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| We don’t think about it much
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| It’s all whiskey, wine, and messing around with drugs
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| All these secrets that we keep
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| Never knowing where we’ll sleep
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| I guess I always thought it was enough
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| But I’ve this feeling in my heart
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| These days of wanting more
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| Something to ease this weary head
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| So I guess I thought that girl might redeem me from this world
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| Lord, I should’ve asked you instead
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| And tell me oh Jesus!
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| I’m down on my knees
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| I know that I’m no long suffering priest
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| But I believe in you and could you believe in me too
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| I just want a little peace
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| Oh lord, I just need a little peace |