There isn´t no way
I´m going to let the good times go
There isn´t no way
I´m going to 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

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

All I got is a broken heart
And I don´t try to hide it
When I play my guitar