Where'd Ya Get Them Jeans?
by John Allen Latta (c) 2008

When I was little bitty,
Daddy'd truck us into town.

We’d window shop the mall, 
After the sun’d go down.

Never had much money,
We’d just look around,

And as I rolled . . .
I'd watch the girls go by.

When I got a little older,
Got a truck of my own,
Sometimes I'd haul it into town,
Go to the "Shoppin'  Zone".

Do a little window shopping,
 Of my very own,
And every now and then,
You'd hear me sigh:

(Chorus)

Where’d ya get them jeans?
Baby those je-je-je jeans !
They got the kind of fit,
That don’t come off a shelf !
The kind this country boy,
 Ain’t never seen!
Say can we talk a spell?
I know you can’t sit down,
Down, down baby, tell me please.
Tell me pretty, pretty please:
Where’d ya get them jeans?

(Verse 3)
Well, I married me a shopper,
Got some kids of our own.
Their momma trucks ‘em to the mall, 
But makes me stay at home.

When they get back,
My honey does a little fashion show,

And she knows she’s gonna hear me sigh:

(Chorus) 

(Bridge)
I guess I’m guilty of associating,
Pretty women with shoppin’ sprees;
Well me, and my Victoria,
Ain't got no secrets !
And to this day,
 She loves to hear me sing: 

(Chorus)

Where’d ya get them jeans?
Baby those je-je-je jeans !
They got the kind of fit,
That don’t come off a shelf !
The kind this country boy,
 Ain’t never seen!
Say can we talk a spell?
I know you can’t sit down,
Down, down baby, tell me please.
Tell me pretty, pretty please:
Where’d ya get them jeans?