| It’s got a hole in the elbow, bandana pocket
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| Silver button missin' from the snap at the bottom
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| I said, «That thing’s seen better days, Daddy, you should toss it»
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| And he just said «Darlin I can’t»
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| This thing is two-thousand bonfires, I hitchhiked to Boulder
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| It’s kept a million raindrops off your mama’s shoulders
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| My heart on my sleeve, my life in these patches
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| Then he wrapped his arms around me in that old
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| Jean jacket
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| It’s been a bed for a hound-dog, a picnic blanket
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| There’s blood on the collar from a punk who tried to take it from me
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| Seen Willie Nelson play four or five states
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| The best Levi ever made
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| We strung for miles of barbed wire in Corinth, Mississippi
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| A night in county jail with an old drunk and a hippy
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| It’s my heart on the sleeve, it’s my life in these patches
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| With his arms wrapped around me in that old
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| Jean jacket
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| It ain’t much to look at, but he let me have it
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| So I could feel his arms around me in that old
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| Jean jacket
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| Jean jacket |