By Johnny Cash
I got great big blisters on my bloodshot eyes from lookin'
A E A
At that long legged woman up ahead
What she does simply walkin' down the sidewalks of that city
A E A
Makes me think about a stray cat gettin' fed
She's got a whole lotta 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 yeah
She done tore my soul apart put big blisters on my heart
What a mighty crazy crooked way to go
I got great big blisters on my fingertips from reachin'
In my pocketbook and pickin' out the bills
And I got tiny white blisters in my throat from tryin'
To ease my nervous tension takin' all them happy pills
And ever since she started runnin' round from bar to bar
I just can't eat a bite or keep my stomach settled down