Tight Fittin Jeans   Conway Twitty

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 TIGHT FITTIN' JEANS
 Recorded by: Conway Twitty
 Submitted by: Tom Rivers
 Requested by: Jerry Lee Tyner; papat@qns.com
 
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 (Verse 1)
 She tried to hide it by the faded denim clothes she wore.
 But I knew she'd never been inside a bar before.
 I felt just like a peasant, who just had met a queen
 And she knew I saw right through her tight fittin' jeans.
 
 (Verse 2)
 I asked her what's a woman, like you doin' here?
 I see you're used to champagne, but I'll buy you a beer.
 She said you've got me figured out, but I'm not what I seem
 And for a dance I'll tell you 'bout these tight fittin' jeans.
 
 (Chorus 1)
 She said I married money, I'm used to wearin' pearls
 But I've always dreamed of bein' just a good ol' boy's girl.
 So tonight I left those crystal candlen lights to live a dream,
 And partner there's a tiger in these tight fittin' jeans.
 
 (Verse 3)
 We danced every dance, and Lord the beer that we went through.
 I'm satisfied I did my best to make her dreams come true.
 As she played out her fantasy before my eyes it seemed,
 A cowgirl came alive inside those tight fittin' jeans.
 
 (Verse 4)
 In my mind she's still a lady, that's all I'm gonna say.
 I knew that I'd been broken by the time we parted ways.
 And I know I held more woman than most eyes have ever seen
 That night I knew a lady wearin' tight fittin' jeans.
 
 (Chorus 2)
 Well, now she's back in her world, and I'm still stuck in mine.
 But I know I'll always remember the time.
 A cowboy once had, a millionaire's dream.
 And Lord I loved that lady wearin' tight fittin' jeans.
 
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