Merle Haggard - Make-up and faded blue jeans

^DIn downtown Modesto I was workin' the Holiday ^GInn I would ^Dstick with a gig that would last us throughout the wee^Akend I was ^Dsinging a new song I'd wrote on the way into ^Gtown When she ^Dcame in the front door and found her a ^Aplace to sit ^Ddown.

^DHey I knew right away that she like the words to my ^Gsong Cause she ^Dstared at my git guitar and followed my fingers too ^Along And ^Dshe had the likeness of a girl I'd seen in my ^Gdreams But ^Dlights can do wonders with make up and ^Afaded blue ^Djeans.

And the ^Dlast thing I needed was somebody messin' up my ^Gmind ^{C B G} So I ^Dfound a hundred reasons for lookin' her way one more ^Atime She could ^Dcause me to sing bad and fall out of love with ^Gguitar And ^Dblow all my chances at bein' a ^Abig singing ^Dstar.

^DWith one passin' glance I could tell she was young for her ^Gage Yeah she ^Dgot to looking better as she got down closer to the ^Astage And as she ^Dsipped on her wine I knew just the kind she would ^Gbe And ^Dsomehow I knew she was here to the ^Abad things to ^Dme.

And the ^Dlast thing I needed was somebody messin' up my ^Gmind ^{C B G} So I ^Dfound a hundred reasons for lookin' her way one more ^Atime She could ^Dcause me to sing bad and fall out of love with ^Gguitar And ^Dblow all my chances at bein' a ^Abig singing ^Dstar.

She could ^Dcause me to sing bad and fall out of love with ^Gguitar And ^Dblow all my chances at bein' a ^Abig singing ^Dstar.