Tom Russell - Hand carved heart

There’s an ^Cold Spanish ^Goak ^{C D} Bent ^Cover a ^Gcountry road ^{C D} If ^Cit could tell ^Gall that it ^Cknows ^D Of a ^Chand carved ^Gheart ^{C D}

Once two ^Clovers ^Gslept in the ^Cshade ^D His ^Chands weaving ^Gthrough her dark ^Cbraids ^{D C}They shared the ^Gedge of his ^Cblade ^{D C}Carved their names in the ^Gbark

The ^Cheart it has darkened^D with the weather of ^Gyears It may never ^Cfade away,^F washed clean with her ^Amtears ^D The human heart ^Cbreaks^D with a hurt that runs ^Gdeep through the ^Cblo^Dod I wish it was ^Gmade out of ^Cwood,^D like a hand carved ^Gheart

^N.C.Then he rode a^Gway ^{C D C}Down that ^Gold country ^Croad ^D A^Cway from the ^Gold Spanish ^Coak ^D With the ^Chand carved ^Gheart ^{C D}

He ^Csaid he’d be ^Gback one ^Cday ^D She ^Cwept and she ^Gwaited, she ^Cprayed ^D She ^Cvowed she would ^Gnever be^Ctray ^D The ^Chand carved ^Gheart

The ^Cheart it has darkened^D with the weather of ^Gyears It may never ^Cfade away,^F washed clean with her ^Amtears ^D The human heart ^Cbreaks^D with a hurt that runs ^Gdeep through the ^Cblo^Dod I wish it was ^Gmade out of ^Cwood,^D like a hand carved ^Gheart ^{C D G C D} I wish it was ^Gmade out of ^Cwood ^{D G C D G D G}