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I'm gonna let the good times go
There ain't no way
I'm gonna let the good times go
The touch of my woman
can soothe my soul
When she makes me feel right
that's when the good times roll.
Oh she's a healer to me
Oh yeah.
My blue-eyed woman is a mystery to me
My blue-eyed woman is a mystery to me
The touch of my woman
can soothe my soul
When she makes me feel right
that's when the good times roll.
Oh she's a healer to me
Oh yeah.
Way out on the prairie
where the wheat fields grow
Way out on the prairie
back where the wheat fields grow
I stop to slap plastic at an Esso station
About a thousand miles from my destination.
Oh she's a healer to me
Oh yeahshe's a healer to me.
All I got is a broken heart
And I don't try to hide it
when I play my guitar.
My blue-eyed woman is a healer to me
Without that woman I'm history
My blue-eyed woman is a love ghost
Without that woman I'm toast.
Oh she's a healer to me
Oh yeahshe's a healer to me.
All I got is a broken heart
And I don't try to hide it
when I play my guitar.
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