Know something about this song or lyrics? Add it to our wiki.
You won't steal my poor heart again

You won't steal my poor heart again

You won't steal my tape recorder

I'll call the Lord and he'll put you in the pen

You won't steal that thing again


I didn't even know your name or what was your game

But stealin' things has sure brought you to fame

I wanna know if you stole mine

It was one of a kind and I'm sayin' if you're to blame

Your life will never be the same


chorus


I can't track you anymore

Detective work has sure become a bore

So tell me what you did with it

And stop this shit, give up yourself

Before they come knockin' at your door


You won't steal my poor heart again

You won't steal my poor heart again

When I feel the blade of that Cupid sword

I'll call the Lord and he'll put you in the pen

You won't steal that thing again

You won't steal my poor heart again


Lyrics submitted by oofus

Poor Heart song meanings
Add your thoughts

2 Comments

sort form View by:
  • 0
    General Commentits about mike's 4track recorder being stolen in college
    mynameismikeon July 17, 2005   Link
  • 0
    My InterpretationThat's exactly right. What possessed Mr. Gordon to write such a song, no one really knows, but it's great bluegrass fun nonetheless...
    lancelot323on September 23, 2009   Link

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain