Brandi Carlile - Broken horses

I w^Dear my father's leather on the ins^Cide of my skin I'm a t^Gried and weathered woman, but I w^Fon't be tried ag^Cain

Don't t^Dhink that you can come for me without y^Cour Sunday best You had be^Ftter call your priest and hope the d^Cevil gets the rest Before I ^Ddo O^Fhhh, and I will do^{G D}

I have w^Dorn the jester's bells and I have b^Canished with the fools I have w^Forshiped at the altar of the p^Cuppet master's rules

I have h^Deld my tongue too many scenes bef^Core the final act With my c^Fhildren in the cheap seats and a z^Cipper on my back Thanks to y^Dou ^FNo thanks to you^{G D}

T^Dethered in wide open s^Gpaces And fields that lead for m^Bbiles

R^Bbight into the b^Amarrel of a g^Dun ^D M^Bbendin' up your f^Amences with my H^Dorses r^Cunnin' w^Bbild

^BbOnly broken h^Amorses know to run^{D F G D}

I have e^Dver so politely treaded s^Coftly for your grace I have w^Fhispered through the tears and pleaded s^Cweetly to your face

It is t^Dime to spit you out like lukewarm w^Cater from my mouth I will a^Flways taste the apathy, but ^CI won't pass it down It dies ^Dwith you^F You^{G D}

T^Dethered in wide open s^Gpaces And fields that lead for m^Bbiles

R^Bbight into the b^Amarrel of a g^Dun ^D M^Bbendin' up your f^Amences with my H^Dorses r^Cunnin' w^Bbild

^BbOnly broken h^Amorses know to r^Dun ^D D C Em F D C Em F D C Em F D C Am F

Oh, I w^Dear my father's leather on the ins^Cide of my skin I'm a t^Gried and weathered woman, but I w^Fon't be tried aga^Cin

Don't t^Dhink that you can come for me without y^Cour Sunday best And you had b^Fetter call your priest and hope the d^Cevil gets the rest Before I ^Ddo Ohhh o^Fhh ohh, and I will do^{G D}

T^Dethered in wide o^Fpen spaces F^Gields that lead for m^Bbiles

R^Bbight into the b^Amarrel of a g^Dun ^D M^Bbendin' up your f^Amences with my H^Dorses r^Cunnin' w^Bbild

^BbOnly broken h^Amorses know to r^Dun