There ain't no way

I'm gonna let the good times go,

There ain't no way

I'm gonna 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,

Preacher went up to the Golden Gate,

And met God there,

With the glow of love in his flowing hair.

I'm dreamin' of a time when love and music,
Is everywhere.

Can you see that time comin'?

No my son that time has gone,

There's things to do.

The world has changed since I first met you.

Back when The Band played Rock of Ages,

In their prime,

Well I took you for a walk

up on the forest floor,

'Cause I wanted to share some things.

But it sure looked to me

like you've been there before,
It was such a natural thing.

You're my girl,

(My girl)

And you're showing me now,

Just how grown up you are.

You're my girl,

(My girl)

And I'll be lettin' you go someday.

Please don't tell me that