Ramblin' Jack Elliott - True Blue Jeans lyrics

Let me tell you 'bout a pair of jeans I once had I bought 'em at a work-clothes shop A store anymore where a sailor at shore Can find good work clothes and go to work I'm talking about a place east Where a cowboy in town can drown his sorrows In good blue Denim and the camp is brown It's there I's spies these old Levis I mean, they're brand spankin' new But the style was old True blue jeans, made of dark blue cloth And got that sweet sofy smell in there Think and hard, so they'll wear really well Buy 'em loose, 'cause they're gonna shrink I get 'em three extra inches in length And two in the waist, they'll soon sit tight Divided you wash and dry 'em right Here's what I done and it's half the fun True blue jeans From the days when a man's best friend was his old six gun I'd paste a rope up one leg inside and across down the other side And close that bit with a bowlin' knot Tight the better end to a stump nearby And toss them in the creek and watch them sink I left them soaking overnight When morning come, I saw the sight I pulls them out, unties the line, wrung 'em out Hung 'em on a branch and baked in the sun Lightly done on the ranch True blue jeans I pulls 'em on when they're bone dry And they were still quite still I could testify But softer than they were before Now I could walk from here to the door Not stiff as a board but they still got some style To ease your comfort in the saddle spandrel True blue jeans And that's the way they made 'em when your old .44 was your very best friend When your word was true and jeans were dark blue