Louisa And Her Blue Guitar
(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 bar rooms like last night
Just like our Louisa, ain't that right ?
Conversations overheard,
Sacred silver dollar become petty change
Suddenly red lipstick finds itself
On the wrong side of the range
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 a water 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
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