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, oh 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, oh Jesus
I'm down on my knees
I know that I'm no long-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