She Put the Sad In All His Songs

He was a good time beer bar picker

Until the night she came along

He gave up his women and his liquor

And she put the sad in all his songs

Something about her made him sorry

She was holy in his eyes

She had him bound and hypnotized

She put the sad in all his songs

She put the blues in his guitar

She took what he had and she made it wrong

She put the sad in all his songs

She was the rattlesnake that bit him

She was the blow from up behind

She thought the tear in his eye just might fit him

And he was the last thing on her mind

She put the sad in all his songs

She put the blues in his guitar

She took what he had and she made it wrong

She put the sad in all his songs

She put the sad in all his songs

She put the blues in his guitar

She took what he had, and she made it all wrong

She put the sad in all his songs

She put the sad in all his songs

She put the blues in his guitar

She took what he had and she made it wrong

She put the sad in all his songs

She put the-