Blue Jean Girl
She’s a brown-eyed woman
And when she smiles
She’s a blue jean girl
You know she looks so good
After a hundred lonely miles
Of honky tonk flashes
And prima donna styles
There’s just no compromising
A brown-eyed blue jean girl
She’s nobody’s child
She’ll do what she’ll choose
Because wherever goes
She knows how to handle those
Nobody’s Child Blues
She gives me sunshine in the morning
She gives me stars at night
She’s a blue jean girl
When I wake up cold and shivering
She makes me feel all right
When she whispers low
And when she holds me tight
There’s just no compromising
A brown-eyed blue jean girl
©1995 Glen F. Nemeth • All Rights Reserved
1971. One of my oldest songs, originally dedicated to Rita Coolidge,
the Delta Lady of Mad Dogs and Englishmen, but known to me through her debut
album. I remember the front cover, with her sitting dressed in blue jeans
in some field looking shyly into the camera. The voice was rich and resonant;
and at the same time, reassuring. Definitely a blue-jean girl, natural and
womanly, down-to-earth and ethereal all at the same time.
— Glen
Blue Jean Girl