A Certain Type Of Girl

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 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
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of girl”
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No, I’ve wished more than twice that I’d
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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
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looked me in the eye
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And he’d take a plug and wipe it from his
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chin
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He’d say “son, don’t put much part in
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those matters of the heart”
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I wished I had listened to him

(Chorus)
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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
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cease?
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Lord, I’d believe in you if you’d believe in
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me too
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I just want a little peace
(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
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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 got 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
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redeem me from this world
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Lord, I should’ve asked you instead

(Chorus)
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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
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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