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 fromup 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