[Verse 1]Now these old blue jeansMay not look like much of anythingKinda old and torn and worn out at the seamsBut they’re everything, believe it or not‘Cause they got the pocket that holds my old leather key ring[Chorus]And this is the key that started the carThat drove to the coast and the little beach barThat needed a singer to sing to sing a few songsAnd bring in a crowd and get 'em singin' alongThis is the old beat-up guitarThat played a few tunes for the tips in the jarThat bought her the drink that got me that first danceThat started the talk, the dare to the walk on the beachThat got me the kiss that got the girl[Verse 2]Well, you never suspect - Nope!How one by one by one that them dots connectNever know which domino's gonna domino nextWhat the heck, I just know it worksAnd she’s lookin’ pretty damn good runnin’ ‘round hereIn my Pensacola Beach T-Shirt[Chorus]And this is the key that started the carThat drove to the coast and the little beach barThat needed a singer to sing a few songsAnd bring in a crowd and get 'em singin' alongThis is the old beat-up guitarThat played a few tunes for the tips in the jarThat bought her the drink that got me that first danceThat started the talk, the dare to the walk on the beachThat got me the kiss that got the girlWell, let's end this little love songI bet you know what I wrote it on[Outro]This is the old beat-up guitarThat played a few tunes for the tips in the jarThat bought her the drink that got me that first danceThis is the key that started the carThat drove to the coast and the little beach barThat needed a singer to sing a few songsWe brought in a crowd and got 'em singin' alongThis is the old beat-up guitarThat played a few tunes for the tips in the jarThat bought her the drink that got me that first danceThat started the talk, the dare to the walk on the beachThat got me the kiss that got the girlYeah I got the girlI got that girl, I still got the girlStill got them old blue jeans, too
