This shirt is old and faded
All the colors
washed away
I've had it now
for more **** years
Than I could 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 where
anyone could see
This shirt's the one I wore
to every borin'
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 ltaly
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 is the one I lent you
And when you gave it back
It had a rip inside the sleeve
Where you rolled
your cigarettes
It was the place
I put my heart
Now look where
you put a tear
I forgave your
thoughtlessness
But not the boy
who put it there
This shirt is
the place your cat
decided to give birth to five
And we stayed up
all night watchin'
And we wept when
the last one died
This shirt is just an old
faded piece of cotton
Shinin' 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
Cleanin' house
and rakin' 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