Hank Williams as Luke The Drifter - Men With Broken Hearts Chords
Tempo:
109.9 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
C#m
E
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[A]
You'll meet many just [E] like me, [C#m] upon life's busy [A] street,
[C#m]
With shoulders stooped and heads [D] bowed low, And [A] eyes that stare in defeat,
For [C#m] souls that live within [A] the past,
[D] Where sorrow plays all parts,
[A] For a living death is [E] all that's left, [A] For men with broken hearts.
You have no right to be [E] the judge, [A] To criticize and condemn,
[C#m]
Just think but for the grace [D] of God, It [A] would be you instead of him.
One careless step or thoughtless [C#] deed, [D] And then the misery starts,
And to [A] those who weep, [E] death comes cheap,
[C#m] These men with [A] broken hearts.
[C#m]
Oh, so [Bm] humble you should be, When they [A] come passing by,
For it's written [C#m] that the greatest men, [D] Never get [C#m] too big to cry.
[A]
Some lose faith in love and life, [Em] When [D] sorrow shoots her darts,
And with [A] hope all gone, [E] they walk alone, [A] These men with broken hearts.
You've never walked in that [Bm] man's shoes, Or [A] saw things through his eyes,
Or stood [C#m] and watched with hepless [D] hands, While the [C#m] heart inside you dies.
[A]
Some were paupers, some were [G] kings, [D] And some were masters of the arts,
[A] But in their shame they're [E] all the same,
[A] These men with broken hearts.
Life sometimes can be [E] so cruel, [A] That a heart will pray for death.
[D] God, why must these living dead, Know pain with every [A] breath?
So help your brother along the road, No matter where he [D] starts,
For the God [A] that made you, [Bm] Made them too,
[A] [D] These men with broken [A] hearts.
[N]
[A]
You'll meet many just [E] like me, [C#m] upon life's busy [A] street,
[C#m]
With shoulders stooped and heads [D] bowed low, And [A] eyes that stare in defeat,
For [C#m] souls that live within [A] the past,
[D] Where sorrow plays all parts,
[A] For a living death is [E] all that's left, [A] For men with broken hearts.
You have no right to be [E] the judge, [A] To criticize and condemn,
[C#m]
Just think but for the grace [D] of God, It [A] would be you instead of him.
One careless step or thoughtless [C#] deed, [D] And then the misery starts,
And to [A] those who weep, [E] death comes cheap,
[C#m] These men with [A] broken hearts.
[C#m]
Oh, so [Bm] humble you should be, When they [A] come passing by,
For it's written [C#m] that the greatest men, [D] Never get [C#m] too big to cry.
[A]
Some lose faith in love and life, [Em] When [D] sorrow shoots her darts,
And with [A] hope all gone, [E] they walk alone, [A] These men with broken hearts.
You've never walked in that [Bm] man's shoes, Or [A] saw things through his eyes,
Or stood [C#m] and watched with hepless [D] hands, While the [C#m] heart inside you dies.
[A]
Some were paupers, some were [G] kings, [D] And some were masters of the arts,
[A] But in their shame they're [E] all the same,
[A] These men with broken hearts.
Life sometimes can be [E] so cruel, [A] That a heart will pray for death.
[D] God, why must these living dead, Know pain with every [A] breath?
So help your brother along the road, No matter where he [D] starts,
For the God [A] that made you, [Bm] Made them too,
[A] [D] These men with broken [A] hearts.
[N]
Key:
A
D
C#m
E
Bm
A
D
C#m
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You'll meet many just [E] like me, _ [C#m] upon life's busy [A] street,
_ _ [C#m] _
With shoulders stooped and heads [D] bowed low, And [A] eyes that stare in defeat, _ _ _
For [C#m] souls that live within [A] the past, _ _
[D] Where sorrow plays all parts, _
[A] For a living death is [E] all that's left, _ [A] For men with broken hearts. _ _ _ _
You have no right to be [E] the judge, _ [A] To criticize and condemn,
_ [C#m] _
Just think but for the grace [D] of God, It [A] would be you instead of him.
_ _ One careless step or thoughtless [C#] deed, [D] And then the misery starts,
_ _ And to [A] those who weep, _ [E] death comes cheap, _
[C#m] These men with [A] broken hearts.
_ _ [C#m] _
_ Oh, so [Bm] humble you should be, When they [A] come passing by,
_ _ _ For it's written [C#m] that the greatest men, [D] _ _ Never get [C#m] too big to cry.
[A] _ _ _ _ _
Some lose faith in love and life, [Em] When [D] sorrow shoots her darts,
_ _ _ And with [A] hope all gone, _ [E] they walk alone, _ [A] These men with broken hearts. _ _ _ _
You've never walked in that [Bm] man's shoes, Or [A] saw things through his eyes,
_ _ _ Or stood [C#m] and watched with hepless [D] hands, While the [C#m] heart inside you dies.
_ _ _ _ [A]
Some were paupers, _ some were [G] kings, [D] _ And some were masters of the arts, _ _
[A] But in their shame they're [E] all the same, _ _
[A] These men with broken hearts. _ _ _
Life sometimes can be [E] so cruel, _ [A] That a heart will pray for death. _ _ _ _
[D] God, why must these living dead, Know pain with every [A] breath?
_ _ _ _ _ So help your brother along the road, _ No matter where he [D] starts,
_ _ _ _ For the God [A] that made you, _ _ [Bm] Made them too, _
[A] _ _ [D] These men with broken [A] hearts. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You'll meet many just [E] like me, _ [C#m] upon life's busy [A] street,
_ _ [C#m] _
With shoulders stooped and heads [D] bowed low, And [A] eyes that stare in defeat, _ _ _
For [C#m] souls that live within [A] the past, _ _
[D] Where sorrow plays all parts, _
[A] For a living death is [E] all that's left, _ [A] For men with broken hearts. _ _ _ _
You have no right to be [E] the judge, _ [A] To criticize and condemn,
_ [C#m] _
Just think but for the grace [D] of God, It [A] would be you instead of him.
_ _ One careless step or thoughtless [C#] deed, [D] And then the misery starts,
_ _ And to [A] those who weep, _ [E] death comes cheap, _
[C#m] These men with [A] broken hearts.
_ _ [C#m] _
_ Oh, so [Bm] humble you should be, When they [A] come passing by,
_ _ _ For it's written [C#m] that the greatest men, [D] _ _ Never get [C#m] too big to cry.
[A] _ _ _ _ _
Some lose faith in love and life, [Em] When [D] sorrow shoots her darts,
_ _ _ And with [A] hope all gone, _ [E] they walk alone, _ [A] These men with broken hearts. _ _ _ _
You've never walked in that [Bm] man's shoes, Or [A] saw things through his eyes,
_ _ _ Or stood [C#m] and watched with hepless [D] hands, While the [C#m] heart inside you dies.
_ _ _ _ [A]
Some were paupers, _ some were [G] kings, [D] _ And some were masters of the arts, _ _
[A] But in their shame they're [E] all the same, _ _
[A] These men with broken hearts. _ _ _
Life sometimes can be [E] so cruel, _ [A] That a heart will pray for death. _ _ _ _
[D] God, why must these living dead, Know pain with every [A] breath?
_ _ _ _ _ So help your brother along the road, _ No matter where he [D] starts,
_ _ _ _ For the God [A] that made you, _ _ [Bm] Made them too, _
[A] _ _ [D] These men with broken [A] hearts. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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