Broken Horses chords by Brandi Carlile

🎸 Intro:

D   F   G   D



🎸 Verse 1:
   D                                 C
I wear my father's leather on the inside of my skin
       G/B                   G           F        C     F    C   F
I'm a tried and weathered woman, but I won't be tried again
 C      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
Oh, and I will do

🎸 Verse 2:
        D                              C
I've wanted to cast spells and I have vanished with the fools
F                            C
I have worshiped at the altar of the puppet master's rule
         D                              C
I have held my tongue to 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                 C
Tethered in wide open spaces
     G/B                 Bb
In fields that lead for miles
 Bb              Am         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

🎸 Interlude:
D   F    G    D


🎸 Verse 3:, D                            C
I have so politely treaded softly for your praise
         F                                       C
I have whispered through the tears and pleaded sweetly to your face
      D                                   C
It's 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
Enough with you
 G    D
You

🎸 Chorus:
 D                 C
Tethered in wide open spaces
     G/B                 Bb
In fields that lead for miles
 Bb              Am         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

🎸 Instrumental:
D     C     C/E    F

D     C     C/E    F

D     C     C/E    F

D     C     C/E    F


🎸 Verse 1:
   D                                 C
I wear my father's leather on the inside of my skin
       F                                F         C     F    C   F
I'm a tried and weathered woman, but I won't be tried again
 C      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
Oh, and I will do


🎸 Chorus:
 D                 C
Tethered in wide open spaces
     G/B                 Bb
In fields that lead for miles
 Bb              Am         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