Songwriters: WILLIAMS, SR., HANK / WILLIAMS, SR., HANK
You'll meet many just like me upon life's busy street With shoulders stooped and heads bowed low and eyes that stare in defeat Or souls that live within the past where sorrow plays all parts Where a 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 the grace of God it would be you instead of him One careless step 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 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 propers some were kings and some were masters of the 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 he starts For the God that made you made them too these men with broken hearts
This just fits right now
You'll meet many just like me upon life's busy street With shoulders stooped and heads bowed low and eyes that stare in defeat Or souls that live within the past where sorrow plays all parts Where a 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 the grace of God it would be you instead of him One careless step 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 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 propers some were kings and some were masters of the 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 he starts For the God that made you made them too these men with broken hearts
This just fits right now