Men with broken hearts - Three Hanks Chords
Tempo:
110.7 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
[A]
You'll meet many [E] just like me, [A] upon life's busy street,
With shoulders stooped and [D] 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, [A] For men with broken hearts.
You have no right to be [E] the judge, [A] To criticize and condemn,
Just think [D] but for the grace of God, [A] It would be you instead of him.
One careless step, a thoughtless deed, [D] And then the misery starts.
[A] And to those who weep, death [E] comes cheap, [A] These men with broken hearts.
Humble you should be, [E] when they come [A] passing by,
[D] [A]
For it's written that the greatest [D] men,
[A] Never get too big to cry.
Some lose faith in love and life,
[D] When sorrow shoots her darts,
[A] With 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 paupers, 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 broken [A] hearts.
[A]
You'll meet many [E] just like me, [A] upon life's busy street,
With shoulders stooped and [D] 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, [A] For men with broken hearts.
You have no right to be [E] the judge, [A] To criticize and condemn,
Just think [D] but for the grace of God, [A] It would be you instead of him.
One careless step, a thoughtless deed, [D] And then the misery starts.
[A] And to those who weep, death [E] comes cheap, [A] These men with broken hearts.
Humble you should be, [E] when they come [A] passing by,
[D] [A]
For it's written that the greatest [D] men,
[A] Never get too big to cry.
Some lose faith in love and life,
[D] When sorrow shoots her darts,
[A] With 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 paupers, 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 broken [A] hearts.
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ You'll meet many [E] just like me, _ [A] upon life's busy street, _ _
With shoulders stooped and [D] 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, _ [A] For men with broken hearts. _ _ _ _
You have no right to be [E] the judge, _ [A] To criticize and condemn, _ _ _
_ Just think [D] but for the grace of God, _ [A] It would be you instead of him. _ _ _
One careless step, a thoughtless deed, [D] And then the misery starts.
_ _ [A] And to those who weep, death [E] comes cheap, _ [A] These men with broken hearts. _ _ _ _
Humble you should be, [E] _ when they come [A] passing by,
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ _
For it's written that the greatest [D] men, _ _ _
[A] Never get too big to cry. _ _ _
Some lose faith in love and life, _
[D] When sorrow shoots her darts, _ _ _
[A] With 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 paupers, _ 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 broken [A] hearts. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ You'll meet many [E] just like me, _ [A] upon life's busy street, _ _
With shoulders stooped and [D] 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, _ [A] For men with broken hearts. _ _ _ _
You have no right to be [E] the judge, _ [A] To criticize and condemn, _ _ _
_ Just think [D] but for the grace of God, _ [A] It would be you instead of him. _ _ _
One careless step, a thoughtless deed, [D] And then the misery starts.
_ _ [A] And to those who weep, death [E] comes cheap, _ [A] These men with broken hearts. _ _ _ _
Humble you should be, [E] _ when they come [A] passing by,
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ _
For it's written that the greatest [D] men, _ _ _
[A] Never get too big to cry. _ _ _
Some lose faith in love and life, _
[D] When sorrow shoots her darts, _ _ _
[A] With 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 paupers, _ 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 broken [A] hearts. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _