B. Payne, P. Barrere, F. Tackett, B. Wray





I caught the bus out of New Orleans

Tipped my hat to the land of dreams

Looked out the window to try to forget

Where I was goin' ain't figured out yet

Southern Summer's got me soaked in sweat

I feel the cool green lawns of Connecticut

Miles apart, but it's all the same road

Holdin' barbed wire, had to let her go



Side-slippin' blind-sided zydeco feet

Hi-steppin' jumpin' don'thca feel the beat

A wash of noise comin' down the street

I singed before I felt her heat



She was a perfect girl

Livin' in a perfect world

A tightly packed package

From her head to her shoes

So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues



The wills and won'ts of the social fete

dos and don'ts of cultural etiquette

The riddles of the politically correct

These are all things I don't seem to get

I'se all adrift in her garden set

I felt like God's own patriot

Miles apart but it's all the same road

I kissed her hand and said I got to go



She was a perfect girl

Livin' in a perfect world

A tightly packed package

From her head to her shoes

So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues



Duck the bullets, hit the bricks

You know I got to get away quick

This constant adoration

Staggers the imagination



Found myself down at the old log inn

Swattin' skeeters and remembering

Dimpled chin on her pretty little face

The curves of her body I won't soon erase



She was a perfect girl

Livin' in a perfect world

A tightly packed package

From her head to her shoes

So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues