From the recording Getting Off the Grid
There was once a time you had to work very hard to achieve optimal results. I am speaking of course of wearing "in" the perfect pair of blue jeans. Recall the sad day when your mom simply could not put them back together? Copywrite 2011 by Eric A Henning. All rights reserved.
Lyrics
Long ago when I was young
I had my friends and we had our fun
We'd play way past the setting sun
Every summer evenin'
Now I know I was just a boy
But I knew then what I enjoy
Lord I swear I love to wear my old pair of blue jeans.
I'd crawl that creek when it were'nt dry
Tassle corn in mid-July
Still have fun . . .and not know why
And you know what I mean.
Of all the things that I recall
My fondest memory of all
Is when I wear without a care my old pair of blue jeans.
Chorus
I know where ever you go
Some wear 'em up high
Some wear 'em down low
Me? I wear them somewhere in between.
No matter if they're low or high
No matter how much time goes by
Lord I swear I love to wear my old pair of blue jeans.
Now I'll get older by and by
I 'spose I'll get a suit and tie
Sometime before I die
(seems a bit extreme)
So . . how the heck did we begin
To work in what we're buried in?
I don't care
I'm gunna wear
my old pair of blue jeans.
Chorus
I know where ever you go
Some wear 'em up high
Some wear 'em down low
Me? I wear them somewhere in between.
No matter if they're low or high
No matter how much time goes by
Lord I swear I love to wear my old pair of blue jeans.
I just don't care if I can't wear my old pair of blue jeans
They have a tear from here to there (you sort of see my derierre)
even so I love to wear my old pair of blue jeans!