Creed Fisher – Make Up Faded Blue Jeans (Guitar)

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In downtown Modesto, I was working the Holiday Inn

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I was sick 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 liked 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 had 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 messing up my mind

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So I found a hundred reasons for looking away 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 being a big singing star

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But on the other hand, on the other hand what

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With one passing 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 do bad things to me

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And the last thing I needed was somebody messing up my mind

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So I found a hundred reasons for looking away 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 being a big singing star

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Lets play this, think about it

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I was right (yeah you were)

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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 being a big singing star