She Put The Sad In All His Songs - Michael Johnson

He was a good time beer bar picker

Only until she came along

Gave up his women and his liquor

She put the sad in all his songs

Something about her made him sorry

She was homely in his eyes

She had him bound and hypnotized

She put the sad in all his songs

She put the blue in his guitar

She took what he had and the dreams are gone

She put the sad in all his songs

She was the rattlesnake that bit him

It was a blow from out behind

She thought the tear in his eye just might fit him

He was the last thing on her mind

She put the sad in all his songs

She put the blue in his guitar

She took what he had and the dreams are gone

She put the sad in all his songs

Han var en bra plockare av ölbarer

Bara tills hon kom

Gav upp sina kvinnor och hans sprit

Hon lade det sorgliga i alla hans låtar

Något med henne gjorde honom ledsen

Hon var hemtrevlig i hans ögon

Hon lät binda honom och hypnotisera honom

Hon lade det sorgliga i alla hans låtar

Hon stoppade in det blå i gitarren

Hon tog vad han hade och drömmarna är borta

Hon lade det sorgliga i alla hans låtar

Hon var skallerormen som bet honom

Det var ett slag bakifrån

Hon trodde att tåren i ögat kunde passa honom

Han var det sista som hon tänkte på

Hon lade det sorgliga i alla hans låtar

Hon stoppade in det blå i gitarren

Hon tog vad han hade och drömmarna är borta

Hon lade det sorgliga i alla hans låtar