Make Up And Faded Blue Jeans

In down town Medesto I was working the Holiday Inn
I was set with a gig that would last us throught the weekend
I was singing a new song I wrote on the way into town
When she came in the front door and found her a place to sit down

I knew right away she liked 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 I'd seen in a dream
But lights can do wonders with makeup and faded blue jeans

And the last thing I needed was somebody messing up my mind
So I found a hundred reasons for turning around 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
Cause she got to looking better as she got down closer to the stage
And as she sipped on her wine I could tell 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 turning around 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
And blow all my chances at being a country music star