There isn't no way
I'm going to let the good times go
There isn't no way
I'm going to 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 yeah
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 yeah
All I got is a broken heart
And I don't try to hide it
When I play my guitar
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