| Song | She Put The Sad In All His Songs |
| Artist | Alabama |
| Album | Closer You Get |
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| 作词 : Byrne, McAnally | |
| Words and | |
| Music by Mac | |
| McAnally and | |
| 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 hermade 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 rattle snake 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. |
| zuo ci : Byrne, McAnally | |
| Words and | |
| Music by Mac | |
| McAnally and | |
| 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 hermade 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 rattle snake 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. |
| zuò cí : Byrne, McAnally | |
| Words and | |
| Music by Mac | |
| McAnally and | |
| 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 hermade 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 rattle snake 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. |