Tom Russell - The sound of one heart breaking

There's a fat man in an ^Dmovercoat ^{Am G}Singing as if his ^Amheart had ^Gbroke ^CSings like an angel in an ^Dmovercoat ^Am On a ^Gstreet where nobody ^Chears

He said, a ^Fwounded ^Amheart's like a ^Dmbroken ^Cbell ^FKeeps on ^Ambeating, any^Dmone can ^Amtell It's ^Dmnot the same, the ^Fvoice has changed Like the ^Fwind through the ^Amleaves on an ^Dmempty ^Cstreet That's a ^Fsigh of the ^Amheart when it ^Dmskips a ^Ambeat You can ^Dmalmost hear it ^Gaching That's the ^Fsound of ^Gone heart ^Cbreaking

They say true love’s ^Dmhard to find ^{Am G}Bad love's hard to ^Amleave be^Ghind ^CNo love at all is the ^Dmhardest kind ^Am When you ^Gfeel so weary of ^Clife

For a ^Fwounded ^Amheart's like a ^Dmbroken ^Cbell ^FKeeps on ^Ambeating, any^Dmone can ^Amtell It's ^Dmnot the same, the ^Fvoice has changed Like the ^Fwind through the ^Amleaves on an ^Dmempty ^Cstreet That's a ^Fsigh of the ^Amheart when it ^Dmskips a ^Ambeat You can ^Dmalmost hear it ^Gaching That's the ^Fsound of ^Gone heart ^Cbreaking

There's a fat man in an ^Dmovercoat ^{Am G}Singing as if his ^Amheart had ^Gbroke ^CSings like an angel in an ^Dmovercoat ^Am On a ^Gstreet where nobody ^Chears

He says, a ^Fwounded ^Amheart's like a ^Dmbroken ^Cbell ^FKeeps on ^Ambeating, any^Dmone can ^Amtell It's ^Dmnot the same, the ^Fvoice has changed Like the ^Fwind through the ^Amleaves on an ^Dmempty ^Cstreet That's a ^Fsigh of the ^Amheart when it ^Dmskips a ^Ambeat You can ^Dmalmost hear it ^Gaching That's the ^Fsound of ^Gone heart ^Cbreaking You can ^Dmalmost hear it ^Gaching That's the ^Fsound of ^Gone heart ^Cbreaking