I done ran into my baby
and fin´lly found my old blue jean.
I done ran into my baby
and fin´lly found my old blue jean.
Well, I could tell that they was mine
from the oil and the gasoline.

If I ever get back my blue jean,
Lord, how happy could one man be.
If I ever get back my blue jean,
Lord, how happy could one man be.
´Cause if I get back those blue jean
you know, my baby be bringin´ ´em home to me.