Blue Jeans Blues

歌詞

Barrre-Payne-Tacket-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