Play Good Jeans
By Neil Dover

Well the whiskey don’t affect me like it used to
And its been gettin’ harder to forget you
And that sad sack in the mirror
Kept on gettin’ clearer
Till he finally showed me something I could do

So I got old cowboy boots on these feet that just won’t leave
I got a beat up hat on this head that doesn’t think
I should keep on wearing’ this ring cause your gone
But I got good jeans on this ole pile of bones

Let’s get a little country on these jeans boys

Yeah you see all these years I kept myself in shape
Well I don’t see the difference that it made
Cause you still broke my heart and
Poured my liver down my brain
And there’s not much left that I could rearrange

But I got old cowboy boots on these feet that just won’t leave
I got a beat up hat on this head that doesn’t think
I should keep on wearing’ this ring cause your gone
But I got good jeans on this ole pile of bones

Throw in church music now

It takes more than a cheap pair to prop me up
You won’t find me in no thrift store junk
Sure am glad you left your wedding ring
Cause I hocked it and spent it all on these here jeans

I got old cowboy boots on these feet that just won’t leave
I got a beat up hat on this head that doesn’t think
I should keep on wearin’ this ring cause your gone
But I got good jeans on this ole pile of bones
Yeah I got good jeans on this ole pile of bones……Yeah

Picture of Neil sitting, holding his guitar and writing

Neil Writing