Make Up And Faded Blue Jeans

In downtown Modesto I was workin' the Holiday Inn

I would stick with a gig that would last us throughout the weekend

I was singing a new song I'd wrote on the way into town

When she came in the front door and found her a place to sit down

Hey I knew right away that she like the words to my song

Cause she stared at my git guitar and followed my fingers too long

And she had the likeness of a girl 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 messin' up my mind

So I found a hundred reasons for lookin' 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 bein' a big singing star

With one passin' glance I could tell she was young for her age

Yeah she got to looking better as she got down 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 the bad things to me

And the last thing I needed...

[ guitar ]

She could cause me to sing bad...