Broken Man
Blake Weems and Justin Lambert

Sometimes I wonder what the man upstairs thinks of me
Cause He and I both know that I'm not the man that I should be
Now I lie here, not knowin what to do
Cause He's up there, and I'm down here, and I'm without you.

And I've played in the streets
And I've played in the bars
And I've laid out all night
You know and I've played just for the stars
But now nothin seems right
Please Lord, give me peace
This is my last cry
One heart's last decree

Cause I'm a Broken Man
Gimme my six-string
And I'll tell you a story
Bout the way things used to be
And I'm sorry I disappoint you
But don't you dare look down on me
Cause I'm doin what I can
Lord knows I'm a Broken Man

And you know I've played in the streets
And you know I've played a few bars
And I've laid out all night
You know and I've played just for the stars
But now nothin seems right
Please Lord, give me peace
This is my last cry
One heart's last decree

Cause I'm a Broken Man
Gimme my six-string
And I'll tell you a story
Bout the way things used to be
And I'm sorry I disappoint you
But don't you dare look down on me
Cause I'm doin what I can
Lord knows I'm a Broken Man



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