I wrote this song about a year ago and it's just wild how
just things happen, you know.
It's not up to you a lot of the time and that's a good thing.
And
I want to thank Jake Owen for recording this
song and making it a number one and thank
y'all for digging it.
It's called Barefoot Blue Jeanette.
A full moon shining bright,
edge of the water we were feeling all right.
Back down a country road,
the girls are always hot and the beer is ice cold.
Cadillac, hoes on the hood,
my buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good.
The girls smile when we roll by,
they hop in the back and we cruise to the riverside.
Whoa,
never gonna grow up, whoa,
never gonna slow down, whoa.
We were shining like lighters in the
dark in the middle of a rock show.
Oh, we were doing it right.
Oh,
we were coming alive.
Oh,
caught up in a southern storm of barefoot blue jeanette.
Blue eyes,
auburn hair,
sitting looking pretty by the fire in a lawn chair.
New to town,
new to me,
the ruby red lips were sipping on sweet tea.
Show me I look like a shooting star,
so I grabbed a beer and my old guitar
and we sat around till the break of dawn,
howling and singing our favorite songs.
Whoa,
never gonna grow up,
whoa,
never gonna slow down,
whoa.
We were shining like lighters in the dark
in the middle of a rock show.
Oh,
we were doing it right.
Oh,
we were coming alive.
Oh,
caught up in a southern storm of barefoot blue jeanette.
Oh,
never gonna grow up,
never gonna slow down.
We were shining like lighters in the
dark in the middle of a rock show.
Oh,
we were doing it right.
Oh,
we were coming alive.
Oh,
caught up in a southern storm of barefoot blue jeanette.
Barefoot blue jeanette.
Barefoot blue jeanette.
Barefoot blue jeanette.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, barefoot blue jeanette.
Oh,
whoa, whoa, whoa, barefoot blue jeanette.
Oh,
whoa, whoa,
whoa,
barefoot blue jeanette.
That's right.
Barefoot blue jeanette.
Yeah.
Thank y'all.