What would life be like without that favorite pair of jeans, those old sneakers that fit just right, or that good old shirt that makes you feel like...well...YOU?
Lyrics
This Old Shirt...words and music by John Jump
This old shirt
Is worn through at the elbows,
Keeps me warm when the winter wind bellows,
I likes to wear it out with the fellows
This old shirt.
One button shy,
And tattered at the tail,
With colors just a little bit faded,
Makes me feel I’ve been upgraded
On the back roads out of town.
Refrain:
Hangs around like a good old friend,
Does me solid time and again.
How can a guy throw away a good old shirt like that?
This old shirt
Is plaid black on red,
Never faults me for what I’ve said,
Goes by the name of Fred
This old shirt.
This old shirt
Makes me lucky like the Irish,
Makes my baby think I’m stylish,
And that’s the real reason
I love to wear this shirt.
Refrain:
Hangs around like a good old friend,
Does me solid time and again.
How can a guy throw away a good old shirt like that?
Oh, the people we’ve met,
And the places that we’ve been to,
The highest mountain,
The darkest hollow
This old shirt.
This old shirt
Keeps me on the straight and narrow,
Soothes me to the marrow,
And should I live to see tomorrow
...I’ll be wearing this old shirt.