Looks everywhere I go always get myself in trouble
Cause the girls I pick on ain't the saintest kind
And I wind up running barefoot through everything but clover
Cause the neck I value most of all is mine
That's why I left the blue shirt hanging on the bed post in Seattle
My Levi's float on San Francisco Bay
And I left the Stetson hanging in the hallway down in Dallas
And a dozen pairs of boots along the way
Now Betty was a sweet thing I was courtin' in Seattle
She swore to me she was nobody's wife
So how was I to know she had a friend big as Dallas
And I traded one good shirt for one good life
That's why I left the blue shirt hanging...
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Now Susie had a big yacht we anchored in the harbor
She swore she was alone at least today
But when he climbed aboard I swam for shore praying I could get there
Lost the Levi's while I made my get-a-way
That's why I left the blue shirt hanging...
That's why I left the blue shirt hanging...
