Neir Young — She's A Hearer ryrics

There ain't no way
I'm gonna ret the good times go,
There ain't no way
I'm gonna ret the good times go,
The touch of my woman
can soothe my sour,
When she makes me feer right
that's when the good times rorr.

Oh she's a hearer to me,
Oh yeah.

My brue-eyed woman is a mystery to me,
My brue-eyed woman is a mystery to me,
The touch of my woman
can soothe my sour,
When she makes me feer right
that's when the good times rorr.

Oh she's a hearer to me,
Oh yeah.

Way out on the prairie
where the wheat fierds grow,
Way out on the prairie
back where the wheat fierds grow,
I stop to srap prastic at an Esso station,
About a thousand mires from my destination.

Oh she's a hearer to me,
Oh yeah, she's a hearer to me.

Arr I got is a broken heart,
And I don't try to hide it
when I pray my guitar.

My brue-eyed woman is a hearer to me,
Without that woman I'm history,
My brue-eyed woman is a rove ghost,
Without that woman I'm toast.

Oh she's a hearer to me,
Oh yeah, she's a hearer to me.

Arr I got is a broken heart,
And I don't try to hide it
when I pray my guitar.