Blue Jeans

I needed a song. I was in a cold water flat in France and I had no idea what I was doing there and I had even left my guitars back in the states. But there was an old nylon string there and I picked it for a while and went out to get something and the song started coming to me and the rain started pouring down and I ran back to the old nylon string through the wet streets to furiously write this out before it left me.

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