A Certain Type of Girl

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