Garnet Rogers - This Shirt lyrics

This shirt is old and faded All the color 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 bu*tons In a place upon the sleeve Where I used to set my heart, Right there, for all the world to 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 It had a rip inside the sleeve Where you rolled your cigarettes. It was the place I kept my heart Now look at where you put a tear. I forgave your thoughtlessness But not the one 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 bu*tons. This shirt is a grand old relic With a grand old history. I wear it now for Sunday chores Cleaning house 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.