Lyrics

Louisa And Her Blue Guitar
    by Jewel Kilcher


A naked thigh has much to talk about
If it's just approached right.
Just like girls who talk too much
In crowded  barrooms like last night.
Just like our Louisa, ain't that right?
Conversations overheard,
Sacred silver dollars become petty change.
Suddenly red lipstick finds itself
On the wrong side of her age.
Just like our Louisa, ain't that strange?

And washed nylons bleed dirty tears
>From stranger's window panes.
The red light cannot change the mood 
Of the blue guitar that's played.
Blue guitar.

The sound of painted nails are playing.
Hi-ho silver, add another glass.
Good intentions can beat up sick attention
And Louisa finishes last.
"Oh goody, ain't life a blast."
Hollow glance.
May I have this dance?
Her face is moonworn and thin
'Cause she's been wishing on too many stars again.
Washed nylons bleed dirty tears
>From stranger's window panes.
The red light cannot change the mood 
Of the blue guitar that's played.
Blue guitar.
Blue guitar.
Get in the car.