"Open Season On My Heart" lyrics
"Open Season On My Heart"
(originally by Emmylou Harris and Rodney Crowell)
Here's to the corners yet to turn
Here's to the bridges yet to burn
Here's to the whole thing blown apart
It's open season on my heart
Days go by like flying bricks
Leave gaping holes too deep to fix
I'd just stay home, if I were smart
It's open season on my heart
I can't blame anyone, but me
For this restless fool I've come to be
My tired excuses just don't fit
It don't look good from where I sit
I've tried to change without much luck
I reach a point where I get stuck
I hit the streets and the fireworks start
It's open season on my heart
I can't be something that I'm not
I can't give you what I haven't got
I don't know where or why or when
I only know the shape I'm in
Here's to the clown down in the mouth
Here's to the whole thing going south
I'd just stay home, if I were smart
It's open season on my heart
I hit the streets and the fireworks start
It's open season on my heart
Writer(s): Rodney Crowell, James Thomas Slater
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- Willie Nelson Lyrics
album:
"Oh What A Beautiful World" (2025)
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