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, she's a healer to me.
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, she's a healer to me.
All I got is a broken heart,
And I don't try to hide it
when I play my guitar.