A
I been a fool for love
B
E
The kind that laid his feelings up front and on the table
A
I gave her my word so many times
D
B
Just to see ’em tear it apart
A
E
A
Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart
D
I wonder just how many times
A
A broken heart can mend
B
Oh and, when I get back on my feet
E
Lord, I always fall again
A
Bridges burned
D
B
They’ve all left some scars
A
E
A
Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart
D
A
B
E
A
D
B
A
E
A
A
I ought to know by now
B
E
Going through hell, tryin’ to find a little heaven
A
Seems to me every woman I meet
D
B
Has leavin’ down to an art
A
E
A
Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart
D
I wonder just how many times
A
A broken heart can mend
B
And, when I get back on my feet
E
Lord, I always fall again
A
Bridges burned
D
B
They’ve all left some scars
A
E
A
Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart
A
Yeah, I said Bridges burned
D
B
They’ve all left some scars
A
E
A
I said, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart
A
E
A
Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart
D
A
B
E
A
D
B
A
E
A
A
B
D
E
