In downtown Modesto I was workin' the Holiday Inn
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I would stick with a gig that would last us throughout the weekend
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I was singing a new song I'd wrote on the way into town
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When she came in the front door and found her a place to sit down
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Hey I knew right away that she like the words to my song
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Cause she stared at my git guitar and followed my fingers too long
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And she had the likeness of a girl I'd seen in my dreams
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But lights can do wonders with make up and faded blue jeans
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And the last thing I needed was somebody messin' up my mind
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So I found a hundred reasons for lookin' her way one more time
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She could cause me to sing bad and fall out of love with guitar
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And blow all my chances at bein' a big singing star
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With one passin' glance I could tell she was young for her age
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Yeah she got to looking better as she got down closer to the stage
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And as she sipped on her wine I knew just the kind she would be
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And somehow I knew she was here to the bad things to me
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And the last thing I needed...
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[ guitar ]
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She could cause me to sing bad...
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Make Up And Faded Blue Jeans
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| Merle Haggard |
