walking to jerusalem

i dressed up in my best

my ropers and my vest

and waited by the door with these roses

till you came walkin' in

with your high falutin' friends

so busy lookin' down your noses

now here you are ignorin' me

girl i might as well be

walkin' to jerusalem

marchin' with methuselah

readin' signs in arabic

ravin' like a lunatic

by the time you tell me i'm the one

i'll be stickin' out my thumb

and walkin' to jerusalem

you wore your boots last night

you kissed me and held me tight

you said you'd always be my cowgirl

but tonight you're hangin' out

with that christian dior crowd

so where does that leave me now girl

you're as cold as polar regions

i oughta join the french foreign legion and go

walkin' to jerusalem

marchin' with methuselah

readin' signs in arabic

ravin' like a lunatic

by the time you tell me i'm the one

i'll be stickin' out my thumb

and walkin' to jerusalem

i can see me in a long robe

studyin' the book of job and

walkin' to jerusalem

marchin' with methuselah

readin' signs in arabic

and ravin' like a lunatic

by the time you tell me i'm the one

i'll be stickin' out my thumb

and walkin'

by the time you tell me i'm the one

i'll be stickin' out my thumb

and walkin' to jerusalem

and walkin' to jerusalem

and walkin' to jerusalem