Blue Jean Blues Lyrics

-- B. Payne, P. Barrere, F. Tackett, B. Wray 


I caught the bus out of New Orleans 
Tipped my hat to the land of dreams 
Looked out the window to try to forget 
Where I was goin' ain't figured out yet 
Southern Summer's got me soaked in sweat 
I feel the cool green lawns of Connecticut 
Miles apart, but it's all the same road 
Holdin' barbed wire, had to let her go 

Side-slippin' blind-sided zydeco feet 
Hi-steppin' jumpin' don'thca feel the beat 
A wash of noise comin' down the street 
I singed before I felt her heat 

She was a perfect girl 
Livin' in a perfect world 
A tightly packed package 
From her head to her shoes 
So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues 

The wills and won'ts of the social fete 
dos and don'ts of cultural etiquette 
The riddles of the politically correct 
These are all things I don't seem to get 
I'se all adrift in her garden set 
I felt like God's own patriot 
Miles apart but it's all the same road 
I kissed her hand and said I got to go 

She was a perfect girl 
Livin' in a perfect world 
A tightly packed package 
From her head to her shoes 
So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues 

Duck the bullets, hit the bricks 
You know I got to get away quick 
This constant adoration 
Staggers the imagination 

Found myself down at the old log inn 
Swattin' skeeters and remembering 
Dimpled chin on her pretty little face 
The curves of her body I won't soon erase 

She was a perfect girl 
Livin' in a perfect world 
A tightly packed package 
From her head to her shoes 
So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues