Baby's Got Her Blue Jeans On: His Original Capitol Hits

Hey you get down the fiddle and you get down the bow
Kick off your shoes and throw 'em on the floor,
Dance in the kitchen till morning light,
Louisiana Saturday night.

Waiting in the front yard sitting on a log,
Single-shot rifle and a one-eyed dog
Yonder come the kinfolk, in the moonlight,
Louisiana Saturday night.

[Chorus x2]
My brother Bill and my other brother Jack,
Belly full of beer and a possum in a sack,
Fifteen kids in the front porch light,
Louisiana Saturday night.

Kin folks leave and the kids get feel
Me and my woman, gonna sneak off to bed,
We'll have a little fun when we turn out the light,
Louisiana Saturday night

Down on the corner by the traffic light
Everybody's lookin' as she goes by
They turn their heads and they watch her till she's gone
Lord have mercy baby's got her blue jeans on
Up by the bus stop and across the street
Open up their windows to take a peek
While she goes walkin' rocking like a rolling stone
Heaven help us baby's got her blue jeans on
She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not to blame if they look her way
She ain't really tryin' to cause a scene
It just comes natur'lly no the girl can't help it
Well up on main street by the taxi stand
There's a crowd of people and a traffic jam
She don't look back she ain't doin' nothing wrong
Lord have mercy baby's got her blue jeans on
She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not to blame if they look her way
She ain't really tryin' to cause a scene
It just comes natur'lly no the girl can't help it
Down on the corner by the traffic light
Everybody's lookin' as she goes by
They turn their heads and they watch her till she's gone
Lord have mercy baby's got her blue jeans on
Heaven help us baby's got her blue jeans on