Texty: Joe Bonamassa. If Heartaches Were Nickels.

I wish you could see me

All broken down this way

But even if you saw me, baby

I know I still couldn't make you stay

Couldn't make you stay



You know about the high cost of loving

But someday, someday

You're gonna have to pay

Gonna have to pay



Oh, a woman like you needs fine things

And I knew it from the start

And I don't have much to offer

Just this old broken heart, hey baby

Just this old broken heart

But if heartaches were nickels

I wouldn't be here crying in the dark



If wine and pills were hundred dollar

bills, I might keep you satisfied

And if broken dreams were limousines

I might take you for a ride



And all I can do is think of you

And wish you were here by my side

Yes, if heartaches were nickels

I'd be the richest fool alive



If wine and pills were hundred dollar

bills, I might keep you satisfied

Oh if broken dreams were limousines

I might take you for a ride



But all I can do is think of you

And wish you were here by my side

Oh, if heartaches were nickels

I'd be the richest fool alive

I'd be the richest fool alive