Аккорды к песне ​Brandi Carlile — 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