She played me like a pawn shop Gibson

Hung me up in rough condition

Six strings, with no one to listen

Way out of tune

Fretboard buzzin from cash gig benders

Headstock cracked right down the center

But this don't sound like all them other nights

She got them playing again

I'm hearing those heartstrings

Ringing out the sound of a good thing

A two-step swing with

you, me, and a whitley melody

Something's telling me

To listen to my heartstrings

To my heartstrings

Didn't think they'd remember how to play on

Sleepless nights lying wide awake

Never thought I'd see the day

Thought they were gone with the wind

But she’s callin my name

And she’s strummin with a twang

Yeah she’s got them singing again

I'm hearing those heartstrings

Ringing out the sound of a good thing

A two-step swing with you, me

And a slow dance melody

Something's telling me

To listen to my heartstrings

To my heartstrings

To listen to my heartstrings

To my heartstrings

If I could unwind back and learn to play em all over again

I’d start with your sweet melody, stuck here in my head

I'm hearing those heartstrings

Ringing out the sound of a good thing

I'm hearing those heartstrings

Ringing out the sound of a good thing

A two-step swing with you, me

And a Fleetwood melody

Something's telling me

To listen to my heartstrings

Listen to my heartstrings

To my heartstrings

To my heartstrings