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Click on the ‘Play’ button above to the hear the song as you read the lyrics below.
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My Old Blue Jeans with music by Stefan Pauleit and lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas on Facebook HERE in a collaboration called The Grils.
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My Old Blue Jeans Jeans
Just like my best ole blue jeans
I’m falling apart at the seams
I try to keep it all inside
But in the end you just can’t hide
I been patched up so many times
Wish I could iron out the lines
Sometimes you just got to admit
It’s time to change things just don’t fit
The ends of my trousers are rolled
And I grow old, I grow old
My knees don’t bend my legs are tight
I’m fading so fast out of sight
I’m worn out for 8 days a week
I got no color in my cheeks
Been torn here and there you can see
You can’t see what’s hid within me
Sometimes you just feel so tired
You’ve lost your spark you lost that fire
The ends of my trousers are rolled
And I grow old, I grow old
Once these jeans were crispy and new
Were like my eyes so bright and blue
Been pulled here and there out of shape
Please don’t pass the measuring tape
Can’t see my knees can’t see my toes
Happens to us all I suppose
Sometimes you just have to let go
The past is gone have no sorrow
The ends of my trousers are rolled
And I grow old, I grow old
My jeans like me have style and flare
They’re not in fashion I don’t care
We’ve been through so much stuff in life
They mean more to me than a wife
Without them I feel bare and changed
Like I’m naked and lost and strange
Sometimes I’m alone it seems
But I never am with my old blue jeans
The ends of my trousers are rolled
And I grow old, I grow old
Paul Robert Thomas
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