Little Feat Blue Jean Blues Lyrics

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