Make-Up And Faded Blue Jeans

Make-Up And Faded Blue Jeans - Jeff Cook

It was in downtown Modesto

I was working the holiday inn

I would stick with a gig that would

Last me throughout the weekend

I was singing a new song

I'd wrote on the way in town

When she came through the front door

And found her a place to sit down

Yeah I could tell the right away

That she like the words to my song

'Cause she stared at my big guitar

Followed my fingers too long

And she had the likeness of a girl

That I'd seen in my dreams

But lights can do wonders

With make up and faded blue jeans

And the last thing I needed was

Somebody messing up my mind

So I found a hundred reasons

For looking her way one more time

She could 'cause me to sing bad

And fall out of love with guitar

And blow all my chances

At being a big singing star

With one passing glance

I could tell she was young far her age

Yeah she got to looking better

As she got down a little closer to the stage

And as she sipped on her wine

I knew just the kind she would be

And somehow I knew she was here

To do bad things to me

And the last thing I needed

Somebody messing up my mind

So I found a hundred reasons

For looking her way one more time

She could 'cause me to sing bad

And fall out of love with guitar

And blow all my chances

At being a big singing star

Yeah she could 'cause me to sing bad

And fall out of love with guitar

And blow all my chances

At being a big singing star