Blue jean jacket, eyes all red
Lost in their sorrows, scratching their heads
That's how she likes them, lonesome and broke
She likes biker chain wallets and cigarette smoke
Nobody's gonna break her heart
Nobody's gonna break her heart
Nobody's gonna break her heart
Barroom fixture, twelve bar blues
Tight with the owner, kinda loose in the screws
Gone in the morning 'fore she wakes
A house full of empties and a cigarette butt
Nobody's gonna break her heart
Nobody's gonna break her heart
Nobody's gonna break her heart
Stumbling drunk as he's always been
He blows her off when he sees her again
She doesn't mind, she ain't got nothing to say
She kinda likes to watch him walking away
Nobody's gonna break her heart
Nobody's gonna break her heart
Nobody's gonna break her heart
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