I done ran into my baby
And fin’lly found my old blue jean.
I done ran into my baby
And fin’lly found my old blue jean.
Well, I could tell that they was mine
From the oil and the gasoline.
If I ever get back my blue jean,
Lord, how happy could one man be.
If I ever get back my blue jean,
Lord, how happy could one man be.
’cause if I get back those blue jean
You know, my baby be bringin’ ’em home to me.
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