My Poor Old Heart

I've been a fool for love, ever since I was a baby, just a rockin' in the cradle As a rule I was the kind who Laid his feelings upfront on the table Gave my world so many times Just to see them tear it apart Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity On my poor old heart I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mend Oh, when I get back on my feet, Lord, I always fall again Rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some scars Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart Well, I ought to know by now After of these dead and 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 I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mend Oh, when I get back on my feet, Lord, I always fall again Rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some scars Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart Well, I said rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some scars Whoa, 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