This Shirt Chords by Mary Chapin Carpenter
Tempo:
81.45 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
Bb
Dm
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [F]
This shirt is old and faded, all the colors washed away.
I've had it now for more than years, than I can count [Dm] anyway.
I wear it beneath my [Bb] jacket, with [C] the collar turned up [Dm] high.
So old I should replace [F] it, but I'm [C] not [F] about to try.
This shirt's got silver buttons, and a [C] place upon the sleeve.
[F] Where I used to set my heart up, right there where [C] anyone could see.
[Dm] This shirt is the one I wore [Bb] to every [C] boring high school [Dm] dance.
When the [C] boys ignored the girls [Bb] and we all [F] pretended to like the band.
[Am] [Bb] This shirt was a pillow for my [F] head, on a train [C] through Italy.
[Am] This shirt [Bb] was a blanket beneath [F] the love we made [C] in Adelaide.
[Am] This shirt [Bb] was lost for three [F] whole days in a [C] town near Buffalo.
[Dm] Till I [C] found the locker key [G] in a downtown, [C] [F] trailways bus depot.
This shirt is the one I lent you, and when [C] you gave it [F] back, it had a rip inside the sleeve, where you [Am] rolled your [C]
[D] cigarettes.
It was the place I put [F] my [Bb] heart, now look at where [C] you put a tear.
[Dm] I [C] forgave you [F] thoughtlessness, [Bb] but not the [C] boy who put it there.
[Am] This [Bb] shirt was the [F] place your cat decided to [C] give birth to [Am] five.
And we [Bb] stayed up [F] all night watching, and we [C] wept when the last one [Am] died.
This [Bb] shirt is just an [F] old faded piece of [C] cotton, [Dm] shining [F] like [G] memories [C] inside those [F] silver buttons.
This shirt is a grand old relic, with a [C] grand old history.
[F] I wear it now for Sunday chores, cleaning house [C] and breaking [Dm] leaves.
I [F] wear it beneath my [Bb] jacket, [F] with [C] the collar turned up [Dm] high.
So old, [F] should [Bb] replace [F] it, [C] but I'm not [F] about to try.
[C]
[F]
[C]
This shirt is old and faded, all the colors washed away.
I've had it now for more than years, than I can count [Dm] anyway.
I wear it beneath my [Bb] jacket, with [C] the collar turned up [Dm] high.
So old I should replace [F] it, but I'm [C] not [F] about to try.
This shirt's got silver buttons, and a [C] place upon the sleeve.
[F] Where I used to set my heart up, right there where [C] anyone could see.
[Dm] This shirt is the one I wore [Bb] to every [C] boring high school [Dm] dance.
When the [C] boys ignored the girls [Bb] and we all [F] pretended to like the band.
[Am] [Bb] This shirt was a pillow for my [F] head, on a train [C] through Italy.
[Am] This shirt [Bb] was a blanket beneath [F] the love we made [C] in Adelaide.
[Am] This shirt [Bb] was lost for three [F] whole days in a [C] town near Buffalo.
[Dm] Till I [C] found the locker key [G] in a downtown, [C] [F] trailways bus depot.
This shirt is the one I lent you, and when [C] you gave it [F] back, it had a rip inside the sleeve, where you [Am] rolled your [C]
[D] cigarettes.
It was the place I put [F] my [Bb] heart, now look at where [C] you put a tear.
[Dm] I [C] forgave you [F] thoughtlessness, [Bb] but not the [C] boy who put it there.
[Am] This [Bb] shirt was the [F] place your cat decided to [C] give birth to [Am] five.
And we [Bb] stayed up [F] all night watching, and we [C] wept when the last one [Am] died.
This [Bb] shirt is just an [F] old faded piece of [C] cotton, [Dm] shining [F] like [G] memories [C] inside those [F] silver buttons.
This shirt is a grand old relic, with a [C] grand old history.
[F] I wear it now for Sunday chores, cleaning house [C] and breaking [Dm] leaves.
I [F] wear it beneath my [Bb] jacket, [F] with [C] the collar turned up [Dm] high.
So old, [F] should [Bb] replace [F] it, [C] but I'm not [F] about to try.
[C]
[F]
[C]
Key:
C
F
Bb
Dm
Am
C
F
Bb
[N] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ This shirt is old and faded, all the colors washed away.
I've had it now for more than years, than I can count [Dm] anyway.
I wear it beneath my [Bb] jacket, with [C] the collar turned up [Dm] high.
So old I should replace [F] it, but I'm [C] not [F] about to try. _ _ _ _ _ _
This shirt's got silver buttons, and a [C] place upon the sleeve.
[F] Where I used to set my heart up, right there where [C] anyone could see.
[Dm] This shirt is the one I wore [Bb] to every [C] boring high school [Dm] dance.
When the [C] boys ignored the girls [Bb] and we all [F] pretended to like the band. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] [Bb] This shirt was a pillow for my [F] head, on a train [C] through Italy.
[Am] This shirt [Bb] was a blanket beneath [F] the love we made [C] in Adelaide.
[Am] This shirt [Bb] was lost for three [F] whole days in a [C] town near Buffalo.
[Dm] Till I [C] found the locker key [G] in a downtown, [C] [F] trailways bus depot. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This shirt is the one I lent you, and when [C] you gave it [F] back, it had a rip inside the sleeve, where you [Am] rolled your [C]
[D] cigarettes.
It was the place I put [F] my [Bb] heart, now look at where [C] you put a tear.
[Dm] I [C] forgave you [F] thoughtlessness, [Bb] but not the [C] boy who put it there.
[Am] This [Bb] shirt was the [F] place your cat decided to [C] give birth to [Am] five.
And we [Bb] stayed up [F] all night watching, and we [C] wept when the last one [Am] died.
This [Bb] shirt is just an [F] old faded piece of [C] cotton, [Dm] shining [F] like [G] memories [C] inside those [F] silver buttons. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This shirt is a grand old relic, with a [C] grand old history.
[F] I wear it now for Sunday chores, cleaning house [C] and breaking [Dm] leaves.
I [F] wear it beneath my [Bb] jacket, [F] with [C] the collar turned up [Dm] high.
So old, [F] should [Bb] replace [F] it, [C] but I'm not [F] about to try. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ This shirt is old and faded, all the colors washed away.
I've had it now for more than years, than I can count [Dm] anyway.
I wear it beneath my [Bb] jacket, with [C] the collar turned up [Dm] high.
So old I should replace [F] it, but I'm [C] not [F] about to try. _ _ _ _ _ _
This shirt's got silver buttons, and a [C] place upon the sleeve.
[F] Where I used to set my heart up, right there where [C] anyone could see.
[Dm] This shirt is the one I wore [Bb] to every [C] boring high school [Dm] dance.
When the [C] boys ignored the girls [Bb] and we all [F] pretended to like the band. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] [Bb] This shirt was a pillow for my [F] head, on a train [C] through Italy.
[Am] This shirt [Bb] was a blanket beneath [F] the love we made [C] in Adelaide.
[Am] This shirt [Bb] was lost for three [F] whole days in a [C] town near Buffalo.
[Dm] Till I [C] found the locker key [G] in a downtown, [C] [F] trailways bus depot. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This shirt is the one I lent you, and when [C] you gave it [F] back, it had a rip inside the sleeve, where you [Am] rolled your [C]
[D] cigarettes.
It was the place I put [F] my [Bb] heart, now look at where [C] you put a tear.
[Dm] I [C] forgave you [F] thoughtlessness, [Bb] but not the [C] boy who put it there.
[Am] This [Bb] shirt was the [F] place your cat decided to [C] give birth to [Am] five.
And we [Bb] stayed up [F] all night watching, and we [C] wept when the last one [Am] died.
This [Bb] shirt is just an [F] old faded piece of [C] cotton, [Dm] shining [F] like [G] memories [C] inside those [F] silver buttons. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This shirt is a grand old relic, with a [C] grand old history.
[F] I wear it now for Sunday chores, cleaning house [C] and breaking [Dm] leaves.
I [F] wear it beneath my [Bb] jacket, [F] with [C] the collar turned up [Dm] high.
So old, [F] should [Bb] replace [F] it, [C] but I'm not [F] about to try. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
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