It 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 to hell and think of 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 pair of boots along the way



Now Betty was a sweet thing I was courting in Seattle

She swore to me she was nobody's wife

But how was I to know she had a boyfriend big as Dallas

And I bid that one good shirt for one good life



That's why I left the blue shirt hanging...

[ fiddle ]

Now Susie had a big yacht we anchored in the harbor

She said she was alone at least today

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...