歌词千寻 Kenny Chesney – My Poor Old Heart.I've been a fool for loveEver since I was a babyJust a rockin' in the cradleAs a rule, I wasThe kind that laid his feelingsUp front and on the tableI gave her my world so many timesJust to see 'em tear it apartOh Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart.I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mendOh and when I get back on my feet, Lord, I always fall againBridges burned, lies, good-byesThey've all dealt some scarsOh Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart.Well I ought to know by nowAfter all these dead-end heartache lessonsI can go withoutGoing through hell tryin' to find a little heavenSeems to me every woman I meetHas leaving down to an artOh Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart.I wonder just how many times a broken heart can men