When I was a boy, my daddy told me "Son, don't you ever mess with a certain type of girl" No, I've wished more than twice that I'd taken dad's advice I wish it more than anything in this world He grabbed himself a bottle, and he looked me in the eye And he'd take a plug and wipe it from his chin He'd say, "Son, don't put much part in those matters of the heart" I wished 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 I just want a little peace" (C'mon 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've 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 believe in you, could you believe in me too? And I just want a little peace Oh Lord, I just need a little peace"