^DI stood in the street in the ^Apouring rain ^BmDidn't give a damn about ^Ganything ^DI said take ^Ame, Oh Lord,^Bm just take m^Ge

^DI went back in the house ^APicked up this guitar ^BmAnd somehow my fingers found ^GTheir way to my heart ^DAnd it s^Aave me Oh Lord, i^Bmt saved ^Gme

^GI'm not proud of my ^Amistakes ^GBut thanks to you I've got so ^Amuch to say

^DCause the best songs come from ^Abroken hearts ^BmFrom busted dreams and ^Gbeat up guitars ^DFrom times like these ^AWhen I'm down on my knees It's ^Bmtrue ^DYa gotta dig deep within ^AThe well of your soul ^BmTo find the will to sing the words ^GThat only you know ^DAbout going through hell and ^ALiving to tell the ^Bmtrut^Gh ^GBut the bes^At songs c^Bmome ^Afrom broken hearts

I ^Dfell for a dream It was ^Anot what it seemed By the ^Bmtime I woke up I had ^Glost everything Thought I'd d^Die without you^A But I came to ^Bmlife without ^Gyou

Yeah cause G^Dod has a way of wo^Arking things out If not^Bm for the music where would ^GI be now I'm gonna w^Drite about you^A You bet I'm go^Bmnna write about yo^Gu

Cause d^Gespite the obvious mi^Astake Thanks to ^Gyou, now I've got s^Ao much to say

Cause the b^Dest songs come from br^Aoken hearts From b^Bmusted dreams and b^Geat up guitars From t^Dimes like these When I'm d^Aown on my knees It's t^Bmrue Ya g^Dotta dig deep within The w^Aell of your soul To f^Bmind the will to sing the words That ^Gonly you know About g^Doing through hell and L^Aiving to tell the tru^Bmth ^G But the b^Gest songs c^Aome from ^Bmbrok^Aen hearts

Yeah y^Da gotta dig deep within The w^Aell of your soul To f^Bmind the will to sing the words That ^Gonly you know About g^Doing through hell and L^Aiving to tell the tru^Bmth ^G But I'm willing to t^Eell the truth

Cause the b^Gest songs c^Aome from Ooh the be^Gst songs co^Ame from Yeah the be^Gst songs c^Aome from b^Bmroke^An hearts^{D A Bm G}