Blue Jean Baby

(albüm: Jimmie Allen - 2017)

You're my, you're my
You're my, you're my blue jean baby
You're my, you're my blue jean baby

Girl, you can bet I don't think of you
Up here there ain't no reason to
It could be the miles, it could be the town
As soon as I cross those county lines
Maybe it's the smell of the wildflowers
Or spray-painted names on the water tower
Or how these streets used to be ours
But girl, it takes me back

To my little small town famous blue jean baby
Half girl next door, half closet crazy
Baby, all I see is you smiling
Where every single memory's hiding
You keep my first-time teenage heartbeat beating
With a pick-up where we left off feeling
Every time I find my way back home
I gotta find a way to get back over you

Just a couple miles to my mama's place
But my heart made my wheels go the long way
It could be the light in your room, the shadow of you
The way everything seems to lead me...

To my little small town famous blue jean baby
Half girl next door, half closet crazy
Baby, all I see is you smiling
Where every single memory's hiding
You keep my first-time teenage heartbeat beating
With a pick-up where we left off feeling
Every time I find my way back home
I gotta find a way to get back over you

So what do you say, what do you say
We kick a little dust up down on memory lane
So hop in the car I wanna get away

To my little small town famous blue jean baby
Half girl next door, half closet crazy
Baby, all I see is you smiling
Where every single memory's hiding
You keep my first-time teenage heartbeat beating
With a pick-up where we left off feeling
Every time I find my way back home
I gotta find a way to get back over you