Little Feat - Blue Jean Blues

I caught the bus out of New Orleans
Tipped my hat to the land of dreams
Looked out the window to try to forget
Where I was goin' ain't figured out yetSouthern Summer's got me soaked in sweat
I feel the cool green lawns of Connecticut
Miles apart, but it's all the same road
Holdin' barbed wire, had to let her goSide-slippin' blind-sided zydeco feet
Hi-steppin' jumpin' don'tcha feel the beat
A wash of noise comin' down the street
I singed before I felt her heatShe was a perfect girl
Livin' in a perfect world
A tightly packed package from her head to her shoes
So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues