I've Got a Heart On (My Sleeve) Songtext
von Noisecandy

I got a heart on, a heart on my sleeve
I got a bone or, a bone or two to pick with you
I got a woody station wagon
I got a heart on my sleeve
For you

I met her in a bar out on Highway 8
The jukebox played a record by George Strait
You were playing pool when you caught my
I finished my drink and went to get
A piece of your pie

′Cause you were a waitress known to be rude
You played another game while I waited on my food
When you served my meat, it was cold and
Stiff shots of whiskey were on your breath
As I got a whiff


I got a heart on, a heart on my sleeve
I got a bone or, a bone or two to pick with you
I got a woody station wagon
I got a heart on my sleeve
For you

You said you'd marry me alone in the dark
So I traded in my woody and we moved to the trailer park
You quit your job and ordered cable
TV soap operas can′t be compared
To this insanity

I work all day so at night you can go to the bar
Too tired to move I just wait in the car
But when you brought that guy out for a blow
Job never had it that bad, the devil never sucked
On Job's earlobe

I got a heart on, a heart on my sleeve
I got a bone or, a bone or two to pick with you
I got a woody station wagon
I got a heart on my sleeve
For you


I got a heart on, a heart on my sleeve
I got a bone or, a bone or two to pick with you
I got a woody station wagon
I got a heart on my sleeve
For you

I got a heart on my sleeve
My sleeve
For you