In downtown Modesto, I was
I would stick with a gig that would last
us throughout the weekend
I was singing a new song I'd wrote
When she came in the front door and
found her a place to sit down
Hey, I knew right away that she
like the words to my song
Cause she stared at my git guitar and
followed my fingers too long
And she had the likeness of a girl
But lights can do wonders with
make up and faded blue jeans
With one passin' glance I could tell
she was young for her age
Yeah, she got to looking better as
she got down closer to the stage
And as she sipped on her wine I knew
just the kind she would be
And somehow I knew she was
here to the bad things to me
And the last thing I needed was somebody
So I found a hundred reasons for
lookin' her way one more time
She could cause me to sing bad and
fall out of love with guitar
And blow all my chances and at bein'
