Lost Heart

Cole Swindell



I don’t blame you one bit
Probably done the same thing too
Traded somethin’ that’s broke
For a chance at somethin’ new
Took me a couple of weeks
To figure out what I was missin’
And I hope they got enough trees
For all these pages I’m printin’

If you ever come back ’round here
You’ll probably see my face
Stapled on ’bout hundred telephone poles
Here’s how the note goes

Lost heart, last seen with a girl in a Chevy
Packed up, headed east towards God knows where
If found, please call and I’ll meet you in a hurry
No cash reward, but I’m sorry for not lovin’ you with all my lost heart
Heart
Whoa, my lost heart

It might have fell out the door
Somewhere you stopped for gas
It might be up on your shelf
A souvenir of the past
And this might be a lost cause
At the very least a Hail Mary
I just want you both back
And I pray you didn’t bury my

Lost heart, last seen with a girl in a Chevy
Packed up, headed east towards God knows where
If found, please call and I’ll meet you in a hurry
No cash reward, but I’m sorry for not lovin’ you with all my lost heart

If you ever come back ’round here
You’ll probably see my face
Stapled on ’bout hundred telephone poles
Here’s how the note goes

Lost heart, last seen with a girl in a Chevy
Packed up, headed east towards God knows where
If found, please call and I’ll meet you in a hurry
No cash reward, but I’m sorry for not lovin’ you with all my lost heart
Heart
Whoa, my lost heart
Heart

Mm


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