There ain t no way 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 yeah, she 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 yeah, she 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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