Am7
She likes a man with a broken nose
           Am7
Lucky for me, I suppose
             Am7
Shots coming in like the monthly bills
                 Am7
Soon they’ll be saying I’m over the hill

                     Am7
Well the bell goes clang and you’re on your own
               Am7
You take your medicine and go home
                    Am7
You take it like a man, on the chin
                      Am7
And you don’t make a fuss when the towel comes in

               C                  Am7
Now let me go home, got to lay in ice
                     F              Am7
And I don’t want to hear no more advice
                  C
Just give me my clothes
                     Am7
Get me out of this place
     G                 Am7          F  C
How many more stitches in my face?


              Am7
Those broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
        Am7
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
        Am7
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
        Am7
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home


| Am7 | x8


                  Am7
He had the punch lines, I was the joke
        Am7
Every shot felt like something broke
                 Am7
It was all much more than a man should stand
                    Am7
And I finally went down to a big right hand

               C                  Am7
Now let me go home, got to lay in ice
                     F              Am7
And I don’t want to hear no more advice
                  C
Just give me my clothes
                     Am7
Get me out of this place
     G                 Am7          F  C
How many more stitches in my face?


              Am7
Those broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
        Am7
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
        Am7
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
        Am7
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home


        Am7
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
        Am7
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
        Am7
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
        Am7
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home