Walkin To Jerusalem [D] - Tracy Byrd Verse 1: I [D] dressed up in my best My [A] Ropers and my vest And [G] waited by the door with these [D] roses Till [D] you came walkin' in With your [A] high falutin' friends So [G] busy lookin' down your [D] noses Now [G] here you are ignorin' me [A] Girl I might as well be |[Chorus] |[D] Walkin' to Jerusalem |Marchin' with Methuselah |[G] Readin' signs in Arabic |[D] Ravin' like a lunatic |By the [A] time you tell me I'm the one |[G] I'll be stickin' out my thumb |And [D] walkin' to Jerusalem Verse 2: You [D] wore your boots last night You [A] kissed me and held me tight You [G] said you'd always be my [D] cowgirl But [D] tonight you're hangin' out With that [A] Christian Dior crowd So [G] where does that leave me [D] now girl You're as [G] cold as Polar regions I oughta join the [A] French Foreign Legion And Go [Chorus] [Instrumental] [D] [A] [G] [D] (x2) [Bridge] I can [G] see me in a long robe [A] Studyin' the book of Job and |[Chorus] |[D] Walkin' to Jerusalem |Marchin' with Methuselah |[G] Readin' signs in Arabic |[D] And ravin' like a lunatic |By the [A] time you tell me I'm the one |[G] I'll be stickin' out my thumb |And [D] walkin' Outro: By the [A] time you tell me I'm the one [G] I'll be stickin' out my thumb And [D] walkin' to Jerusalem And [D] walkin' to Jerusalem And [D] walkin' to Jerusalem