The Jacket

It's got a hole in the elbow, bandana pocket Silver button missin' from the snap at the bottom I said, "That thing's seen better days Daddy, you should toss it" And he just said, "Darlin', I can't" This thing is two thousand bonfires, hitchhiked to Boulder It's kept a million raindrops off your mama's shoulders My heart on the sleeve, my life in these patches Then he wrapped his arms around me in that old jean jacket It's been a bed for a hound dog, a picnic blanket There's blood on the collar From a punk who tried to take it from me Seen Willie Nelson play in four or five states The best thing Levi ever made We strung four miles of barbed wire in Corinth, Mississippi Spent a night in county jail with an old drunk and a hippie It's my heart on the sleeve, it's my life in these patches With his arms wrapped around me in that old jean jacket It ain't much to look at, but he let me have it So I could feel his arms around me in that old jean jacket Jean jacket