Walking, Talking Broken Heart
By: Fee
G
Scattered bones of last nights KFC
C
Empty rum bottle at his knee
D7 C G
Four days beard says he just don’t care
Guitar stained from cigarette smoke
Not to mention one too many tokes
Four days gone since she wasn’t there
Spending nights playing the blues
Close to the phone waiting for news
Starts his day wishing she was there
G
He’s just a walking, talking broken heart
C
Since she just they had to part
D
He just don’t know where to start
C D G
Just another walking, talking broken heart
Shakes the cobwebs from his head
Falls into their unmade bed
Add a few more tearstains to the score
Exhaustion takes him for a ride
Where he can salvage his wounded pride
All he hears is just her slamming door
Dreams once more of things like holding hands
Things nobody else understands
Lost his mind and heart forever more
Georg
Sheila
This Is A Country Song I Would Love To Hear On The Radio :)
But I will most definetly settle for you singing it first!! :)
Love The Song Fee
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Christine
Anytime you wake up with words/melody, pen them, sing them, play them - they usually are winners - as this one is - well done -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
mind. Flow of words are great. Looks like your granddaughter?
is enjoying grandpa's music. Hugs and Love, Peggy
Sad and beautiful!