Capo 3

D                            A
I stood in the street in the pouring rain
Bm                       G
Didn't give a damn about anything
D           A
I said take me,
        Bm          G
Oh Lord, just take me

D                  
I went back in the house
A
Picked up this guitar
Bm
And somehow my fingers found
G
Their way to my heart
D       A
And it save me
          Bm      G
Oh Lord, it saved me

G                   A
I'm not proud of my mistakes
G                             A
But thanks to you I've got so much to say

D                              A
Cause the best songs come from broken hearts
Bm                     G
From busted dreams and beat up guitars
D               
From times like these
A      
When I'm down on my knees
     Bm
It's true
D               
Ya gotta dig deep within
A
The well of your soul
Bm              
To find the will to sing the words
G
That only you know
D               
About going through hell and
A                  Bm  G
Living to tell the truth
G          A        Bm  A    
But the best songs come from broken hearts

D  A  Bm  G

  D  
I fell for a dream
       A
It was not what it seemed
       Bm
By the time I woke up
      G
I had lost everything
             D             A
Thought I'd die without you
              Bm           G
But I came to life without you

            D                 A
Yeah cause God has a way of working things out
      Bm                         G
If not for the music where would I be now
           D             A
I'm gonna write about you
              Bm                G
You bet I'm gonna write about you

       G                    A
Cause despite the obvious mistake
          G                  A
Thanks to you, now I've got so much to say

           D                     A
Cause the best songs come from broken hearts
      Bm                G
From busted dreams and beat up guitars
      D
From times like these
          A
When I'm down on my knees
      Bm
It's true
    D      
Ya gotta dig deep within
     A
The well of your soul
    Bm
To find the will to sing the words
     G
That only you know
       D
About going through hell and
 A                    Bm     G
Living to tell the truth
         G          A        Bm  A      
But the best songs come from broken hearts

D  A  Bm  G
D  A  Bm  G

      D
Yeah ya gotta dig deep within
     A
The well of your soul
    Bm
To find the will to sing the words
     G
That only you know
       D
About going through hell and
 A                    Bm     G
Living to tell the truth
                    E
But I'm willing to tell the truth

           G          A
Cause the best songs come from
          G          A
Ooh the best songs come from
           G         A         Bm  A       D  A  Bm  G   
Yeah the best songs come from broken hearts