Make-up & Faded Blue Jeans

In downtown Modesto, I was working the Holiday Inn
I was sick 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 liked 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 had 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 away 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 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 do bad things to me
And the last thing I needed was somebody messing up my mind
So I found a hundred reasons for looking away 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
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