A Certain Type Of Girl

F When I was a boy A# My daddy told me, “son F Don’t you ever mess with a certain type C of girl” F No, I’ve wished more than twice that I’d A# taken dad’s advice Dm C F I wish it more than anything in this world F He grabbed himself a bottle and he A# looked me in the eye F And he’d take a plug and wipe it from his C chin F He’d say “son, don’t put much part in A# those matters of the heart” Dm C F I wished I had listened to him A# And tell me oh Jesus! F I’m asking you please A# How do I make this endless heartache F cease? A# C A# Dm Lord, I’d believe in you if you’d believe in F me too A# C F I just want a little peace (Come on now) F Us big city boys A# We don’t think about it much F It’s all whiskey, wine, and messing C around with drugs F All these secrets that we keep A# Never knowing where we’ll sleep Dm C F I guess I always thought it was enough F But I’ve got this feeling in my heart A# These days of wanting more F C Something to ease this weary head F So I guess I thought that girl might A# redeem me from this world Dm C F Lord, I should’ve asked you instead A# And tell me oh Jesus! F I’m down on my knees A# F I know that I’m no long suffering priest A# C A# But I believe in you and could you believe Dm F in me too A# C F I just want a little peace A# C F Oh lord, I just need a little peace