Lyrics:

(Sam Hoginmark D. Sanders)

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 Im The One
ill Be Stickin Out My Thumb
and Walkin To Jerusalem

you Wore Your Boots Last Night
you Kissed Me And Held Me Tight
you Said Youd Always Be My Cowgirl
but Tonight Youre Hangin Out
with That Christian Dior Crowd
so Where Does That Leave Me Now Girl
youre 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 Im The One
ill 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 Im The One
ill Be Stickin Out My Thumb
and Walkin
by The Time You Tell Me Im The One
ill Be Stickin Out My Thumb
and Walkin To Jerusalem
and Walkin To Jerusalem
and Walkin To Jerusalem