MAKE-UP AND FADED BLUE JEANS

(Merle Haggard)


In (E) downtown Modesto, I was working the Holiday (A) Inn
We were (E) set with a gig that would last us, throughout the week(B7)end
I was (E) playing a new song I wrote, on the way into (A) town
When she (E) came in the front door, and (B) found her a place to sit (E) down

I (E) knew right away, she knew the words to my (A) songs
Cause she (E) stared at my big guitar and followed my fingers too (B7) long
(E) She had the likeness of a girl, I'd seen in a (A) dream
But, (E) lights can do wonders with (B) makeup and faded blue (E) jeans

The (E) last thing I needed was somebody messin' up my (A) mind
So I (E) found a hundred reasons for turning away one more (B7) time
She could (E) cause me to sing bad
And fall out of love with gui(A)tars
And (E) blow all my chances of (B) being a big singing (E) star

With (E) one passin' glance I could tell she was young for her (A) age
Yeah she (E) got to lookin' better as she got down closer to the (B7) stage
And as she (E) sipped on her wine I knew just the kind she would (A) be
And (E) somehow I knew she was (B7) here to do bad things to (E) me

The (E) last thing I needed was somebody messin' up my (A) mind
So I (E) found a hundred reasons for turning away one more (B7) time
She could (E) cause me to sing bad
And fall out of love with gui(A)tars
And (E) blow all my chances of (B) being a big singing (E) star

She could (E) cause me to sing bad
And fall out of love with gui(A)tars
And (E) blow all my chances of (B) being a big singing (E) star
Blow all my chances at (B) being a country music star