Men With Broken Hearts Chords by Hank Williams
Tempo:
111.25 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
[A]
You'll meet [E] many just like me, [A] upon life's busy street, with shoulders stooped [D] and heads bowed low, and [A] eyes that stare in defeat.
For souls that live within the past, [D] where sorrow plays all parts, [A] for a living death is [E] all that's left for [A] men with broken hearts.
You have no right to be [E] the judge, [A] to criticize and condemn.
Just think that for the grace [D] of God, it [A] would be you instead of him.
One careless step or thoughtless deed, [D] and then the misery starts.
And to [A] those who weep,
[E] death comes cheap, [A] these men with broken hearts.
Oh, so [E] humble you should be when they [A] come passing by, for it's written that the greatest men [D] never get [A] too big to cry.
Some lose faith in love and life 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 [E] that man's shoes, or [A] saw things through his eyes, or stood and watched with helpless [D] hands, while [A] the heart inside you dies.
Some were corpors, some were kings, [D] and some were masters of the arts, [A] but in their shame [E] they're all the same, [A] these men with broken hearts.
Life sometimes [E] can be so cruel, [A] that a heart will pray for death.
[D] God, why must these living dead know pain with [A] every breath?
So help your brother along the road, no matter [D] where he starts, for the [A] God that made you,
[E] made them too, [A]
[D] these men with [A] broken hearts.
[A]
You'll meet [E] many just like me, [A] upon life's busy street, with shoulders stooped [D] and heads bowed low, and [A] eyes that stare in defeat.
For souls that live within the past, [D] where sorrow plays all parts, [A] for a living death is [E] all that's left for [A] men with broken hearts.
You have no right to be [E] the judge, [A] to criticize and condemn.
Just think that for the grace [D] of God, it [A] would be you instead of him.
One careless step or thoughtless deed, [D] and then the misery starts.
And to [A] those who weep,
[E] death comes cheap, [A] these men with broken hearts.
Oh, so [E] humble you should be when they [A] come passing by, for it's written that the greatest men [D] never get [A] too big to cry.
Some lose faith in love and life 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 [E] that man's shoes, or [A] saw things through his eyes, or stood and watched with helpless [D] hands, while [A] the heart inside you dies.
Some were corpors, some were kings, [D] and some were masters of the arts, [A] but in their shame [E] they're all the same, [A] these men with broken hearts.
Life sometimes [E] can be so cruel, [A] that a heart will pray for death.
[D] God, why must these living dead know pain with [A] every breath?
So help your brother along the road, no matter [D] where he starts, for the [A] God that made you,
[E] made them too, [A]
[D] these men with [A] broken hearts.
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_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ You'll meet [E] many just like me, _ [A] upon life's busy street, _ _ _ with shoulders stooped [D] and heads bowed low, and [A] eyes that stare in defeat.
_ _ _ For souls that live within the past, _ _ [D] where sorrow plays all parts, _ [A] for a living death is [E] all that's left for [A] men with broken hearts.
_ _ _ _ You have no right to be [E] the judge, _ [A] to criticize and condemn.
_ _ Just think that for the grace [D] of God, it [A] would be you instead of him. _
_ _ One careless step _ or thoughtless deed, [D] and then the misery starts.
_ _ And to [A] those who weep, _
[E] death comes cheap, _ [A] these men with broken hearts.
_ _ _ _ Oh, so [E] humble you should be when they [A] come passing by, _ _ _ for it's written that the greatest men [D] _ _ never get [A] too big to cry. _ _
_ _ _ Some lose faith in love and life 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 [E] that man's shoes, or [A] saw things through his eyes, _ or stood and watched with helpless [D] hands, while [A] the heart inside you dies.
_ _ _ Some were corpors, _ some were kings, [D] _ and some were masters of the arts, _ [A] but in their shame [E] they're all the same, _ [A] these men with broken hearts.
_ _ _ _ Life sometimes [E] can be so cruel, _ [A] that a heart will pray for death.
_ _ _ [D] God, why must these living dead know pain with [A] every breath? _ _
_ _ _ So help your brother along the road, _ no matter [D] where he starts, _ _ _ _ for the [A] God that made you, _
[E] made them too, [A] _ _ _
[D] these men with _ [A] broken hearts. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ You'll meet [E] many just like me, _ [A] upon life's busy street, _ _ _ with shoulders stooped [D] and heads bowed low, and [A] eyes that stare in defeat.
_ _ _ For souls that live within the past, _ _ [D] where sorrow plays all parts, _ [A] for a living death is [E] all that's left for [A] men with broken hearts.
_ _ _ _ You have no right to be [E] the judge, _ [A] to criticize and condemn.
_ _ Just think that for the grace [D] of God, it [A] would be you instead of him. _
_ _ One careless step _ or thoughtless deed, [D] and then the misery starts.
_ _ And to [A] those who weep, _
[E] death comes cheap, _ [A] these men with broken hearts.
_ _ _ _ Oh, so [E] humble you should be when they [A] come passing by, _ _ _ for it's written that the greatest men [D] _ _ never get [A] too big to cry. _ _
_ _ _ Some lose faith in love and life 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 [E] that man's shoes, or [A] saw things through his eyes, _ or stood and watched with helpless [D] hands, while [A] the heart inside you dies.
_ _ _ Some were corpors, _ some were kings, [D] _ and some were masters of the arts, _ [A] but in their shame [E] they're all the same, _ [A] these men with broken hearts.
_ _ _ _ Life sometimes [E] can be so cruel, _ [A] that a heart will pray for death.
_ _ _ [D] God, why must these living dead know pain with [A] every breath? _ _
_ _ _ So help your brother along the road, _ no matter [D] where he starts, _ _ _ _ for the [A] God that made you, _
[E] made them too, [A] _ _ _
[D] these men with _ [A] broken hearts. _
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