My Poor Old Heart

My Poor Old Heart I've been a fool for love Ever since I was a baby Just a rocking in the cradle As a rule, I was The kind that laid his feelings Up front and on the table I gave her my world so many times Just to see 'em tear it apart Oh Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mend Oh and when I get back on my feet, Lord, I always fall again Bridges burned, lies, good-byes They've all dealt some scars Oh Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart Well I ought to know by now After all these dead-end heartache lessons I can go without Going through hell trying' to find a little heaven Seems to me every woman I meet Has leaving down to an art Oh Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart Well I said, bridges burned, lies, good-byes They've all dealt some scars Oh Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart I said Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart