Glen Allen - Paint on Her Jeans

I was sittin’ at a bar
Out the West End of New Orleans
It was a neighborhood joint
Perched out over Lake Ponchatrain

Out the West End of New Orleans
Enjoying some native cuisine
Eatin’ oysters off the half shell
When I happened to look down at her jeans


Yes, the paint on her jeans
Tells a story to me
You know I’d like to see
The colors she keeps


I fell in love with her painting
By the colors she left behind
So I walked on over
And begin to improvise


Girl, the paint on your jeans
Tells a story to me
You know I’d like to see
The colors you keep


Right there in Brunings
I became an art lover that day
When in the interest of art
She invited me back to her place


Yes, the paint on her jeans
Told a story to me
So I went to see
The colors she keeps


Out the West End of New Orleans
Enjoying some native cuisine
When I fell in love with the girl
And the paint on her jeans her jeans

Written by:
GLEN SMITH

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