Half-Broke Horse Chords by Eilen Jewell
Tempo:
91 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
F#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Key:
B
E
F#
A
B
E
F#
A
[B] [E] .
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[F#] [B] .
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Stolen from the desert in [E] the lost part of the state.
Just [F#] a half-broke horse he [B] waits by the gate .
No bridled horse can stand him [E] or any of his kind .
[F#] Their hidden laws condemn him, they're [B] so rigid and refined .
He watches on the edge, [E] dirty coat, shaggy mane .
[F#] Too wild for this world, too tame for [B] mustangs .
Grew up in the desert [E] in the lost part of the state.
[F#].
Cut our teeth on promises [B] and empty pleads .
Single-wides and ranches [E] disappear before our eyes.
[F#].
These folks here don't come [B] around, they're so rigid and refined.
We stand on the edge, [E] dirty coats, ragged hands.
We're [F#].
strangers to this world [B] and this new breed of man.
[E] And we just got [F#] our notice, [B] this whole place is going [E] under.
The [F#] bank's whip is on us, [B] we won't last another summer .
[E] They'll have to [F#] come and take us [B] with a force of [E] ten trains.
[A] Cause [E] [F#] it's no life worth living if [B] we don't hold the reins .
[E] .
[F#] .
[B] Like .
half-broke horses from [E] the lost part of the state.
We [F#] watch in silence [B] and wait by the gate.
On both sides of these bars [E] we're one and the same.
Too [F#] wild for this world, too tame for [B] mustangs .
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[F#] [B] .
.
Stolen from the desert in [E] the lost part of the state.
Just [F#] a half-broke horse he [B] waits by the gate .
No bridled horse can stand him [E] or any of his kind .
[F#] Their hidden laws condemn him, they're [B] so rigid and refined .
He watches on the edge, [E] dirty coat, shaggy mane .
[F#] Too wild for this world, too tame for [B] mustangs .
Grew up in the desert [E] in the lost part of the state.
[F#].
Cut our teeth on promises [B] and empty pleads .
Single-wides and ranches [E] disappear before our eyes.
[F#].
These folks here don't come [B] around, they're so rigid and refined.
We stand on the edge, [E] dirty coats, ragged hands.
We're [F#].
strangers to this world [B] and this new breed of man.
[E] And we just got [F#] our notice, [B] this whole place is going [E] under.
The [F#] bank's whip is on us, [B] we won't last another summer .
[E] They'll have to [F#] come and take us [B] with a force of [E] ten trains.
[A] Cause [E] [F#] it's no life worth living if [B] we don't hold the reins .
[E] .
[F#] .
[B] Like .
half-broke horses from [E] the lost part of the state.
We [F#] watch in silence [B] and wait by the gate.
On both sides of these bars [E] we're one and the same.
Too [F#] wild for this world, too tame for [B] mustangs .
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.