Little Feat - Blue Jean Blues Lyrics
B. Payne, P. Barrere, F. Tackett, B. WrayI caught the bus out of New OrleansTipped my hat to the land of dreamsLooked out the window to try to forgetWhere I was goin' ain't figured out yetSouthern Summer's got me soaked in sweatI feel the cool green lawns of ConnecticutMiles apart, but it's all the same roadHoldin' barbed wire, had to let her goSide-slippin' blind-sided zydeco feetHi-steppin' jumpin' don'thca feel the beatA wash of noise comin' down the streetI singed before I felt her heatShe was a perfect girlLivin' in a perfect worldA tightly packed packageFrom her head to her shoesSo stylishly ripped in her blue jean bluesThe wills and won'ts of the social fetedos and don'ts of cultural etiquetteThe riddles of the politically correctThese are all things I don't seem to getI'se all adrift in her garden setI felt like God's own patriotMiles apart but it's all the same roadI kissed her hand and said I got to goShe was a perfect girlLivin' in a perfect worldA tightly packed packageFrom her head to her shoesSo stylishly ripped in her blue jean bluesDuck the bullets, hit the bricksYou know I got to get away quickThis constant adorationStaggers the imaginationFound myself down at the old log innSwattin' skeeters and rememberingDimpled chin on her pretty little faceThe curves of her body I won't soon eraseShe was a perfect girlLivin' in a perfect worldA tightly packed packageFrom her head to her shoesSo stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues
