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-