My Heart That Tired Old Thing

Oh, I'm a jangly old song on the wires tonight
A crooked old bird with whiskey for wings
And guiding me home through the fog and the foam is
My heart, that tired old thing

I feel like a building without any beams
I traded all my stitching, oh, in spite of my seams

Oh, the doctors say I'm fine as strawberry wine
But the thump in my chest is just as faint as could be
They asked what it was, I said that it's because of
My heart, that tired old thing

I know that sometimes I spill it all on the floor
But i just don't trust good feelings no more

Oh, I'm a jangly old song on the wires tonight
If you'll just carry me home, you can have what you see
A head full of wine, an S for a spine and
My heart, that tired old thing

And if you'rе thinking of leaving, well, don't go just yet
I can do a grеat impersonation of a bee with no sting
I could give you my love, courtesy of
Oh, my heart, that tired old thing
Oh, my heart, that tired old thing