Cletis Carr - Dirty Blue Jeans Lyrics
Well, she married a millionaire by the time she was seventeenBut she soon got tired of competing with the bourgeois sceneFor her twenty-first birthday, he bought her a French resortThe very next day, she spent in divorce courtNow she's living like a queen, in her dirty blue jeansShe started hanging out with a shady mobWho always seemed to have lots of moneyBut none of them had jobsShe'd only read about drugs in the magazinesBut once she got a taste of this expensive cuisineShe had to sell most everything, except her dirty blue jeansThey sent her to some bar that she'd never been beforeIt was the only place that time of day she could scoreThe cops busted in and caught her trying to leaveWith five grams of smack stuffed up inside her sleeveAnd an ounce of mescaline in her dirty blue jeansSix months at the clinic like some derelict drunkA thousand bucks a day to get her off that junkSpent all the cash that she'd won in the divorceBut she could always marry another rich boy, of courseNow she's living real clean in her dirty blue jeans
