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