Connie Britton The Best Songs Come From Broken Hearts
I stood in the street in the pouring rain
Didn't give a damn about anything
I said, "Take me, oh, Lord, just take me"
I went back in the house, picked up this guitar
And somehow, my fingers found their way to my heart
And it saved me, oh, Lord, it saved me
I'm not proud of my mistakes
But thanks to you, I've got so much to say
'Cause the best songs come from broken hearts
From busted dreams and beat up guitars
It's times like these when I'm down on my knees
It's true
Yeah, you got to dig deep within the well of your soul
To find the will to sing the words that only you know
About going through hell and living to tell the truth
Oh, but the best songs come from broken hearts
I fell for a dream, it was not what it seemed
By the time I woke up, I had lost everything
Thought I'd die without you, but I came to life without you
Yeah, 'cause God has a way of working things out
If not for the music, where would I be now
I'm gonna write about you, you bet I'm gonna write about you
Despite the obvious mistake
Thanks to you, I've got so much to say
'Cause the best songs come from broken hearts
From busted dreams and beat up guitars
It's times like these when I'm down on my knees
It's true
Yeah, you got to dig deep within the well of your soul
To find the will to sing the words that only you know
About going through hell and living to tell the truth
But the best songs come from broken hearts
Yeah, you got to dig deep within the well of your soul
To find the will to sing the words that only you know
About going through hell and living to tell the truth
But I'm willing to tell the truth
'Cause the best songs come from, the best songs come from
Yeah, the best songs come from broken hearts
From broken hearts
