D G D A This shirt is old and faded, all the color's washed away D G D A I've had it more damn years than I can count anyway Bm G D A I wear it beneath my jacket, with the collar turned up high Bm G D A D Dsus4 D So old I should replace it, but I'm not about to try D G D A This shirt's got silver buttons, and a place upon the sleeve D G D A Where I used to set my heart up right there where anyone could see Bm G D A This shirt is the one I wore to every boring high school dance Bm G D A D Dsus4 D A Where the boys ignored the girls and we all pretended to like the band F#m G D A This shirt was a pillow for my head on a train through Italy F#m G D A This shirt was a blanket beneath the love we made in Argeles F#m G D A This shirt was lost for three whole days in a town near Buffalo Bm F#m E7 A D Dsus4 D A Till I found the locker key in a downtown Trailways bus depot D G D A This shirt is the one I lent you, and when you gave it back D G. D A It had a rip inside the sleeve where you rolled your cigarettes Bm G A It was the place I put my heart, now look at where you put a tear Bm G A I forgave your thoughtlessness, but not the boy who put it there F#m G D A This shirt was the place your cat decided to give birth to five F#m G D A And we stayed up all night watching, and we wept when the last one died F#m G D A This shirt is just an old faded piece of cotton Bm F#m. E7 A D Dsus4 D A Shining like memories inside those silver buttons D G D A This shirt is a grand old relic with a grand old history D G. D A I wear it now for Sunday chores, cleaning house and raking leaves Bm G D A I wear it beneath my jacket with the collar turned up high Bm G D A D Dsus4 D A So old I should replace it, but I'm not about to try