| This shirt is old and faded
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| All the color’s washed away
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| I’ve had it now for more damn years
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| Than I can count anyway
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| I wear it beneath my jacket
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| With the collar turned up high
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| So old I should replace it
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| But I’m not about to try
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| This shirt’s got silver buttons
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| And a place upon the sleeve
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| Where I used to set my heart up
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| Right there anyone could see
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| This shirt is the one I wore to every boring high school dance
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| Where the boys ignored the girls
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| And we all pretended to like the band
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| This shirt was a pillow for my head
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| On a train through Italy
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| This shirt was a blanket beneath the love
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| We made in Argeles
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| This shirt was lost for three whole days
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| In a town near Buffalo
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| 'Till I found the locker key
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| In a downtown Trailways bus depot
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| This shirt was the one I lent you
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| And when you gave it back
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| There was a rip inside the sleeve
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| Where you rolled your cigarettes
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| It was the place I put my heart
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| Now look at where you put a tear
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| I forgave your thoughtlessness
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| But not the boy who put it there
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| This shirt was the place your cat
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| Decided to give birth to five
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| And we stayed up all night watching
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| And we wept when the last one died
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| This shirt is just an old faded piece of cotton
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| Shining like the memories
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| Inside those silver buttons
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| This shirt is a grand old relic
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| With a grand old history
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| I wear it now for Sunday chores
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| Cleaning house and raking leaves
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| I wear it beneath my jacket
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| With the collar turned up high
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| So old I should replace it
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| But I’m not about to try |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Shirt , by - Mary Chapin Carpenter. Song from the album Sometimes Just the Sky, in the genre Музыка мира