i've got a heart
that's been tattered and torn
with a well worn part
there in my heart

like an old pair of jeans
know what i means
denim and faded blue
i've tried a patch or two
sewed 'em as best as i could do
but they just weren't you
thought women & booze would fill
the tear in my heart
but that tweren't too smart
the patches too would grow thin
that same tear would agin' begin
and seems that tear just won't end
and no patches will do
the patches just ain't you
the patches just made the goodbye harder still
guess they always will
'causes the patches i sew
well worn they too grow
and i guess i really know
them jeans ain't brand new
they're still torn and faded blue
those patches just ain't you
and the patches just make the goodbye harder still
guess they always will