My Old Blue Jeans Lyrics

Just like my best old blue jeans

I'm falling apart at the seams

I try to keep it all inside

But in the end you just can't hide

I been patched up so many times

Wish I could iron out the lines

Sometimes you just got to admit

It's time to change coz things just don't fit

The ends of my blue jeans are rolled

And I grow old, I grow old

My knees don't bend, my legs are tight

I'm fading so fast out of sight

I'm worn out for eight days a week

I got no color left in my cheeks

Been torn here and there you can see

But you can't see what's hid within me

Sometimes you just feel so tired

You've lost your spark you lost that fire

The ends of my blue jeans are rolled

And I grow old, I grow old

These blue jeans were once crispy and new

Were like my eyes, so bright and blue

Been pulled here and there out of shape

Please don't pass the measuring tape

Can't see my knees or my toes

It happens to us all, I suppose

Sometimes you just have to let go

The past is gone, have no sorrow

The ends of my blue jeans are rolled

And I grow old, I grow old

My jeans like me have style and flare

They're not in fashion, but I don't care

We've been through so much stuff in life

They mean as much to me as my wife

Without them I feel bare and changed

Like I'm naked and feel lost and strange

Sometimes I'm alone so it seems

But I never am with my old blue jeans

The ends of my blue jeans are rolled

And I grow old, I grow old

The ends of my blue jeans are rolled

And I grow old, I grow old, I grow old