Blue Blazin Jeannie

I once knew a girl named Blue Blazen Jeannie,

With the boys at her feet, and Oh they were many.

She’d toss ‘em aside, you’d think they were frogs,

She treats them no better, than the ole neighbor’s dawg.

With lips like cherries, and eyes of green and gold,

She breaks their hearts, and never knows it, is the story I’m told.

She drives a little truck, a Blue Blazen Chevy,

On Saturday nights, when the moon is full, she goes blazen down the levee.

So if you go out cruising on a Saturday night,

You just might fall in love a sittin’ at the light.

Dreamin’ of those cherry lips, and eyes of green and gold,

Before you realize the light is green, Oh Jeannie has stolen your soul.

While you get your wit together, and your eyes back in your socket,

Blue Blazen Jeannie has left you there, left you, like a rocket.

All you’ll see are red tail lights, a fading in the night,

And you realize, you’re heart’s been broken, just a sittin’ at the light.

So you spend your nights in search of her in that Blue Blazen Chevy,

And all the while heartbreaker Jeannie is blazen down the levee.

Although the broken hearts on the boulevard, they’re numbers are many,

I can’t help but be in love, with Ole Blue Blazen Jeannie. ©

George Henry Nichols