Broken Horses

INTRO:
D  F  G  D

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

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


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

        D                                C
I have held my tongue too many scenes before the final act
         F                                 C
With my children in the cheap seats 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

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

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


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

       D                                  C
It is time to spit you out like lukewarm water from my mouth
        F                           C
I will always taste the apathy, but 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                                 C
Oh, I wear my father's leather on the inside of my skin
       G                                F                C
I'm a tried and weathered woman, but I won't be tried again

       D                                      C
Don't think that you can come for me without your Sunday best
             F                                    C
And you had better call your priest 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