Brandi Carlile - Broken Horses: chords

   D                                 C
I wear my father's leather on the inside of my skin
        G                               F
I'm a tried and weathered woman, but I won't
           C
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

I've worn the jester's bells and
I have vanished with the fools
I have worshiped at the altar of
the puppet master's rule
I have held my tongue too many scenes
before the final act
With my children in the cheap seats and
a zipper on my back
Thanks to you
No thanks to you

Chorus:
 D                     G
Tethered in wide open spaces
                          A#
And fields that lead for miles
 A#             Am          D
Right into the barrel of a gun
 A#              Am
Mendin' up your fences with my
 D      C       A#
Horses runnin' wild
A#           Am               D F G D
Only broken horses know to run

I have ever so politely treaded softly
for your praise
I have whispered through the tears and
pleaded sweetly to your face
It is time to spit you out like lukewarm
water from my mouth
I will always taste the apathy, but
I won't pass it down
Enough with you
You, you

Chorus

I wear my father's leather on
the inside of my skin
I'm a tried and weathered woman, but
I won't be tried again
Don't think that you can come for me
without your Sunday best
You had better call your priest and hope
the devil gets the rest
Before I do
Oh, and I will do

Chorus