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