Worn Out Old Sleeves Lyrics

He carved across the cavalcade

At six on a Thursday

Made his way to the pub

By the college on Main

He set his case by the back door

As he shuffled across the wood floor

To fight through the early crowd

Just to put down his name

A worn-out old man played a worn-out guitar

Singin' old, worn-out stories

About worn-out old scars

Some worn-out old lover

They drifted apart

Worn-out old sleeves

Wear their worn-out old hearts

They ain't the same bright lights

That he played under a few times

When he was to come up

And they cared what he said

He used to be a killer

Now he's an early time slot filler

But it helps him forget

And clears the noise from his head

A worn-out old man played a worn-out guitar Singin' old, worn-out stories

About worn-out old scars

Some worn-out old lover

They drifted apart

Worn-out old sleeves

Wear their worn-out old hearts

He could feel the string break

And it felt just like his last take

So he climbed off the stool

And took a sip of his rye

The clock on the back wall

It quit sometime last fall

But time kept on movin'

As he whispered goodbye

A worn-out old man played a worn-out guitar Singin' old, worn-out stories

About worn-out old scars

Some worn-out old lover

They drifted apart

Worn-out old sleeves

Wear their worn-out old hearts

Worn-out old sleeves

Wear their worn-out old hearts