Blue Jean Blues Lyrics - Little Feat

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'tcha 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 

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I've 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 

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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 his perfect girl 

Livin' in a troubled world 

A tightly packed package from her head to her shoes 

So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues 

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 

She was a perfect girl 

Livin' in a perfect world 

A tightly packed package from her head to her shoes 

I'm sittin' all alone with my blue jean blues