(Mac McAnally/Robert Byrne)      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...