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 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