You Put That Woman Through Hell

Man... you thought she'd never leave, huh?

Now you sittin' there with that cheap whiskey,

Talkin' 'bout how the blues hit different...

Yeah, I bet they do.

You played tough, always talkin' loud,

Late nights, poker games, too proud.

She packed her bags, didn't even cry,

Now you singin' blues, don't even know why.

You said the blues just make you wanna cry,

Well that's the reason she waved goodbye.

You put that woman through hell, now look at you,

Drinkin' your pain like it's somethin' new.

She gave you love, you gave her lies,

Now it's you and your guitar, harmonizin' goodbyes.

You used to laugh when she'd start to fuss,

Now her silence echo louder than us.

Ain't no perfume in that empty bed,

Just the sound of regret inside your head.

You put that woman through hell, now look at you,

Singin' sad songs 'bout the things you blew.

She gone for good, you know it's true,

Now the blues got you doin' what she used to do.

She said, "Boy, one day you'll see,

Ain't no love left when it's all 'bout me."

Now the jukebox playin' your alibi,

And every note sayin', "Goodbye, goodbye."

If blues make you wanna cry...

That's 'cause the truth finally caught up, huh?

Now look at you.