Broken Horses

INTRO:
D  F  G  D

VERSE:
   D                             
I wear my father's leather on the 
    C
inside of my skin
       G                           
I'm a tried and weathered woman, 
     F               C
but I won't be tried again

       D                           
Don't think that you can come for 
           C
me without your Sunday best
          F                        
You had better call your priest and
           C
 hope the devil gets the rest
         D
Before I do
 F                 G  D
Ohhh, and I will do


VERSE:
        D                          
I have worn the jester's bells and 
        C
I have banished with the fools
        F                          
I have worshiped at the altar of 
   C
the puppet master's rules

        D                     
I have held my tongue too many 
           C
scenes before the final act
         F                         
With my children in the cheap seats
        C
 and a zipper on my back
           D
Thanks to you
F               G  D
No thanks to you


CHORUS:
 D                     G
Tethered in wide open spaces
                          Bb
And fields that lead for miles

 Bb             Am          D  D
Right into the barrel of a gun

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 Bb              Am
Mendin' up your fences with my
 D      C       Bb
Horses runnin' wild

Bb           Am               D  
Only broken horses know to run
F  G  D



VERSE:
        D                      
I have ever so politely treaded 
  C
softly for your grace
        F                          
I have whispered through the tears 
             C
and pleaded sweetly to your face

       D                       
It is time to spit you out like 
           C
lukewarm water from my mouth
        F                          
I will always taste the apathy, but
 C
 I won't pass it down
        D       F
It dies with you
   G  D
You


CHORUS:
 D                     G
Tethered in wide open spaces
                          Bb
And fields that lead for miles

 Bb             Am          D  D
Right into the barrel of a gun

 Bb              Am
Mendin' up your fences with my
 D      C       Bb
Horses runnin' wild

Bb           Am             D  D
Only broken horses know to run

D  C  Em  F
D  C  Em  F
D  C  Em  F
D  C  Am  F


VERSE:
       D                         
Oh, I wear my father's leather on 
        C
the inside of my skin
       G                           
I'm a tried and weathered woman, 
     F                C
but I won't be tried again

       D                           
Don't think that you can come for 
           C
me without your Sunday best
             F                     
And you had better call your priest
               C
 and hope the devil gets the rest
         D
Before I do
      F                    G  D
Ohhh ohh ohh, and I will do


CHORUS:
 D                F
Tethered in wide open spaces
 G                    Bb
Fields that lead for miles

 Bb             Am          D  D
Right into the barrel of a gun

 Bb              Am
Mendin' up your fences with my
 D      C       Bb
Horses runnin' wild

Bb           Am             D
Only broken horses know to run