My Old Heartbeat
My old my old my old my old heartbeat
That old ticker led me straight to you
No idea what Saint John meant by Christian ways
So how it beats determines my pursuit
I never thought I'd feel so fine
Without them otherworldly hopes
Just one old day here at a time
It ain't let me down
It ain't let me go
Fate can go figure
Itself out how it please
I ain't ever been too clever
I make a mess before it's clean
Thumps be thy quiet guiding hand
To coax blistered feet
My Old Heartbeat
My Old Heartbeat
My old nervous gut and sinking feeling
Kept me on my own most decent nights
Well ain't it strange I learned to play this six-string on my own
And now I'm playing to the beat that guides me home
My old my old my old my old heartbeat
That old ticker led me straight to you
No idea what Saint John meant by Christian ways
So how it beats determines my pursuit
I never guessed I'd feel so blessed
Without them otherworldly hopes
Just one old day here like the rest
It ain't let me down
It ain't let me go
Fate can go figure
Itself out how it please
I ain't ever been too clever
I make a mess before it's clean
Thumps be thy quiet guiding hand
To coax blistered feet
My Old Heartbeat
My Old Heartbeat
My Old Heartbeat
My Heart
So lead me, through broken bedsides and through wealth
While that ticker gets quicker the closer you stood, can you tell?
That old ticker led me straight to you
No idea what Saint John meant by Christian ways
So how it beats determines my pursuit
I never thought I'd feel so fine
Without them otherworldly hopes
Just one old day here at a time
It ain't let me down
It ain't let me go
Fate can go figure
Itself out how it please
I ain't ever been too clever
I make a mess before it's clean
Thumps be thy quiet guiding hand
To coax blistered feet
My Old Heartbeat
My Old Heartbeat
My old nervous gut and sinking feeling
Kept me on my own most decent nights
Well ain't it strange I learned to play this six-string on my own
And now I'm playing to the beat that guides me home
My old my old my old my old heartbeat
That old ticker led me straight to you
No idea what Saint John meant by Christian ways
So how it beats determines my pursuit
I never guessed I'd feel so blessed
Without them otherworldly hopes
Just one old day here like the rest
It ain't let me down
It ain't let me go
Fate can go figure
Itself out how it please
I ain't ever been too clever
I make a mess before it's clean
Thumps be thy quiet guiding hand
To coax blistered feet
My Old Heartbeat
My Old Heartbeat
My Old Heartbeat
My Heart
So lead me, through broken bedsides and through wealth
While that ticker gets quicker the closer you stood, can you tell?
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Writer(s): Charles Mudd
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