Well my Daddy played old records
Mama sang us all to sleep
I loved to watch that needle move
Sometimes I'd ask my Dad
What made him all so sad
What drove a man to sing the Blues
Tell us tall tales about cowboys and their guns
About how the West was won
Never told us why blues eyes was crying in the rain
Or why he stopped loving her today
And he never mentioned, when he bought my first guitar
That I would need something to break my heart
Well my daughter found them records
Oh 'n Lord you should hear her sing
Crazy, or anything Patsy Cline
Tell her tall tales about outlaws on the run
About how her mom was won
She don't know that Dolly doesn't like Jolene
Oh and why you gotta be so mean
And I want the first time that the world breaks her heart
Is when I leave her my guitar
Daddy told us tall tales about cowboys and their guns
About how the West was won
Never told us why blue eyes was crying there in the rain
He stopped loving her today
He stopped loving her today
And he never mentioned, when he bought my first guitar
How this thing would break my heart
Oh an when she wishes on some shootin' star
Just need something to break your heart
We all need something to break our hearts