| You’re my, you’re my
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| You’re my, you’re my blue jean baby
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| You’re my, you’re my blue jean baby
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| Girl, you can bet I don’t think of you
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| Up here there ain’t no reason to
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| It could be the miles, it could be the town
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| As soon as I cross those county lines
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| Maybe it’s the smell of the wildflowers
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| Or spray-painted names on the water tower
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| Or how these streets used to be ours
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| But girl, it takes me back
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| To my little small town famous blue jean baby
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| Half girl next door, half closet crazy
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| Baby, all I see is you smilin'
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| Where every single memory’s hidin'
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| You keep my first-time teenage heartbeat beating
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| With a pick-up where we left off feeling
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| Every time I find my way back home
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| I gotta find a way to get back over you
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| Just a couple miles to my mama’s place
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| But my heart made my wheels go the long way
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| It could be the light in your room, the shadow of you
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| The way everything seems to lead me…
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| To my little small town famous blue jean baby
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| Half girl next door, half closet crazy
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| Baby, all I see is you smilin'
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| Where every single memory’s hidin'
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| You keep my first-time teenage heartbeat beating
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| With a pick-up where we left off feeling
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| Every time I find my way back home
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| I gotta find a way to get back over you
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| So what do you say, what do you say
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| We kick a little dust up down on memory lane
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| So hop in the car I wanna get away
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| To my little small town famous blue jean baby
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| Half girl next door, half closet crazy
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| Baby, all I see is you smilin'
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| Where every single memory’s hidin'
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| You keep my first-time teenage heartbeat beating
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| With a pick-up where we left off feeling
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| Every time I find my way back home
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| I gotta find a way to get back over you |