Blistered - Johnny Cash

I’ve got great big blisters on my bloodshot

Eyes from looking at that long legged woman up ahead

What she does simply walking down the sidewalk of the city

Makes me think about a stray cat getting fed

He’s got a whole lot of motion in her soul, I know

But her soul ain’t the place she lets it show

She got a body, oh yeah, she got a motion, oh yeah

Lord I’m blistered, oh, oh yeah

She done tore my soul apart, put big blisters on my heart

What a mighty crazy cooking way to go

I’ve got great big blisters on my fingertips

From reaching in my pocket book and picking out the bills

And I got tiny white blisters in my throat

From trying to ease my nervous tension taking all them pat and pills

And ever since she started running around from bar to bar

I just can’t eat a bite or keep my stomach settled down

She got a body, oh yeah, she got a motion, oh yeah

Oh I’m blistered, oh, oh yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah

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