Men With Broken Hearts

(Hank Williams)



You'll meet many just like me

Upon life's busy street

With shoulders stooped and heads bowed dow

And eyes that stare in defeat.



Or souls that live within the past

Where sorrow plays all parts

Where living death is all that's left

For men with broken hearts.



You have no right to be the judge

To criticize and condemn

Just think but for grace of God

It would be you instead of him.



One careless stepm a thoughtless deed

And then the misery starts

And to those who weep death comes cheap

These men with broken hearts.



Oh, so humble you should be

When they come passing by

For it's written that the greatest men

Never get too big to cry.



Some lose faith in love and life

When sorrow shoots her darts

And with hope all gone they walk alone

These men with broken hearts.



Now you've never walked in that man's shoes

Or saw things through his eyes

Or stood and watched with helpless hands

While the heart inside you dies.



Some were paupers, some were kings

And some were masters of arts

But in their shame they're all the same

These men with broken hearts.



Life sometimes can be so cruel

That a heart will pray for death

God, why must these living dead

Know pain with every breath.



So help your brother along the road

No matter where you start

For the God that made you made them too

These men with broken hearts...