This Shirt Lyrics
| Song | This Shirt |
| Artist | Mary Chapin Carpenter |
| Album | State of the Heart |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (mary chapin carpenter) | |
| This shirt is old and faded | |
| All the color's washed away | |
| I've had it now for more damn years | |
| Than i can count anyway | |
| I wear it beneath my jacket | |
| With the collar turned up high | |
| So old i should replace it | |
| But i'm not about to try | |
| This shirt's got silver buttons | |
| And a place upon the sleeve | |
| Where i used to set my heart up | |
| Right there anyone could see | |
| This shirt is the one i wore to every boring high school dance | |
| Where the boys ignored the girls | |
| And we all pretended to like the band | |
| This shirt was a pillow for my head | |
| On a train through italy | |
| This shirt was a blanket beneath the love | |
| We made in argeles | |
| This shirt was lost for three whole days | |
| In a town near buffalo | |
| 'till i found the locker key | |
| In a downtown trailways bus depot | |
| This shirt was the one i lent you | |
| And when you gave it back | |
| There was a rip inside the sleeve | |
| Where you rolled your cigarettes | |
| It was the place i put my heart | |
| Now look at where you put a tear | |
| I forgave your thoughtlessness | |
| But not the boy who put it there | |
| This shirt was the place your cat | |
| Decided to give birth to five | |
| And we stayed up all night watching | |
| And we wept when the last one died | |
| This shirt is just an old faded piece of cotton | |
| Shining like the memories | |
| Inside those silver buttons | |
| This shirt is a grand old relic | |
| With a grand old history | |
| I wear it now for sunday chores | |
| Cleaning house and raking leaves | |
| I wear it beneath my jacket | |
| With the collar turned up high | |
| So old i should replace it | |
| But i'm not about to try |
| mary chapin carpenter | |
| This shirt is old and faded | |
| All the color' s washed away | |
| I' ve had it now for more damn years | |
| Than i can count anyway | |
| I wear it beneath my jacket | |
| With the collar turned up high | |
| So old i should replace it | |
| But i' m not about to try | |
| This shirt' s got silver buttons | |
| And a place upon the sleeve | |
| Where i used to set my heart up | |
| Right there anyone could see | |
| This shirt is the one i wore to every boring high school dance | |
| Where the boys ignored the girls | |
| And we all pretended to like the band | |
| This shirt was a pillow for my head | |
| On a train through italy | |
| This shirt was a blanket beneath the love | |
| We made in argeles | |
| This shirt was lost for three whole days | |
| In a town near buffalo | |
| ' till i found the locker key | |
| In a downtown trailways bus depot | |
| This shirt was the one i lent you | |
| And when you gave it back | |
| There was a rip inside the sleeve | |
| Where you rolled your cigarettes | |
| It was the place i put my heart | |
| Now look at where you put a tear | |
| I forgave your thoughtlessness | |
| But not the boy who put it there | |
| This shirt was the place your cat | |
| Decided to give birth to five | |
| And we stayed up all night watching | |
| And we wept when the last one died | |
| This shirt is just an old faded piece of cotton | |
| Shining like the memories | |
| Inside those silver buttons | |
| This shirt is a grand old relic | |
| With a grand old history | |
| I wear it now for sunday chores | |
| Cleaning house and raking leaves | |
| I wear it beneath my jacket | |
| With the collar turned up high | |
| So old i should replace it | |
| But i' m not about to try |
| mary chapin carpenter | |
| This shirt is old and faded | |
| All the color' s washed away | |
| I' ve had it now for more damn years | |
| Than i can count anyway | |
| I wear it beneath my jacket | |
| With the collar turned up high | |
| So old i should replace it | |
| But i' m not about to try | |
| This shirt' s got silver buttons | |
| And a place upon the sleeve | |
| Where i used to set my heart up | |
| Right there anyone could see | |
| This shirt is the one i wore to every boring high school dance | |
| Where the boys ignored the girls | |
| And we all pretended to like the band | |
| This shirt was a pillow for my head | |
| On a train through italy | |
| This shirt was a blanket beneath the love | |
| We made in argeles | |
| This shirt was lost for three whole days | |
| In a town near buffalo | |
| ' till i found the locker key | |
| In a downtown trailways bus depot | |
| This shirt was the one i lent you | |
| And when you gave it back | |
| There was a rip inside the sleeve | |
| Where you rolled your cigarettes | |
| It was the place i put my heart | |
| Now look at where you put a tear | |
| I forgave your thoughtlessness | |
| But not the boy who put it there | |
| This shirt was the place your cat | |
| Decided to give birth to five | |
| And we stayed up all night watching | |
| And we wept when the last one died | |
| This shirt is just an old faded piece of cotton | |
| Shining like the memories | |
| Inside those silver buttons | |
| This shirt is a grand old relic | |
| With a grand old history | |
| I wear it now for sunday chores | |
| Cleaning house and raking leaves | |
| I wear it beneath my jacket | |
| With the collar turned up high | |
| So old i should replace it | |
| But i' m not about to try |
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