^FI stood in the street in the ^Cpouring rain ^DmDidn't give a damn about ^A#anything ^FI said take ^Cme, Oh Lord,^Dm just take m^A#e

^FI went back in the house ^CPicked up this guitar ^DmAnd somehow my fingers found ^A#Their way to my heart ^FAnd it s^Cave me Oh Lord, i^Dmt saved ^A#me

^A#I'm not proud of my m^Cistakes ^A#But thanks to you I've got so m^Cuch to say

^FCause the best songs come from ^Cbroken hearts ^DmFrom busted dreams and ^A#beat up guitars ^FFrom times like these ^CWhen I'm down on my knees It's ^Dmtrue ^FYa gotta dig deep within ^CThe well of your soul ^DmTo find the will to sing the words ^A#That only you know ^FAbout going through hell and ^CLiving to tell the ^Dmtrut^A#h ^A#But the best^C songs co^Dmme f^Crom broken hearts

I ^Ffell for a dream It was ^Cnot what it seemed By the ^Dmtime I woke up I had ^A#lost everything Thought I'd d^Fie without you^C But I came to ^Dmlife without ^A#you

Yeah cause G^Fod has a way of wo^Crking things out If not^Dm for the music where would ^A#I be now I'm gonna w^Frite about you^C You bet I'm go^Dmnna write about yo^A#u

Cause d^A#espite the obvious mis^Ctake Thanks to ^A#you, now I've got so^C much to say

Cause the b^Fest songs come from br^Coken hearts From b^Dmusted dreams and b^A#eat up guitars From t^Fimes like these When I'm d^Cown on my knees It's t^Dmrue Ya g^Fotta dig deep within The w^Cell of your soul To f^Dmind the will to sing the words That ^A#only you know About g^Foing through hell and L^Civing to tell the tru^Dmth ^A# But the b^A#est songs co^Cme from b^Dmroke^Cn hearts

Yeah y^Fa gotta dig deep within The w^Cell of your soul To f^Dmind the will to sing the words That ^A#only you know About g^Foing through hell and L^Civing to tell the tru^Dmth ^A# But I'm willing to t^Gell the truth

Cause the b^A#est songs co^Cme from Ooh the be^A#st songs com^Ce from Yeah the be^A#st songs co^Cme from br^Dmoken^C hearts ^{F C Dm A#}