In a cafe out in Phoenix,
I was singing my way back
to Tennessee
When a family walked in
and took a table not too far from me
A grandma and grandpa, a lady
and three toe -headed kids
Nothing that unusual,
but I saw the lady did look kind of sad
The kids looked like the lady,
except the oldest I'd say he was ten
He just started staring straight at me
the moment he walked in
I knew there's something on his mind
Just because he looked at me that way
He stepped up to the bandstand
Stuck out his hand and then I heard him say
Mr. Please, don't you play
no more sad songs
It'll make my momentary act sure
as Jesus watches from above
Mr. Please, don't you play
no more sad, sad old songs
If you don't want to make my mama cry,
you won't play Faded Love
He said, you see, I look like my daddy,
and as long as I'm around,
well, she can 't forget.
And you know, I wish my
daddy would come back home,
but he ain't even tried to come back yet.
So my grandma and my grandpa,
well they brought mama here
just to try and chew her up.
So mister, if you don't play
no more sad songs,
I'll gladly put this dollar in your cup.
I've thought so many times
about that dollar
and his little outstretched hand
And how with that he'd gone away
he somehow knew he had to be the man
Every time I think I might
be moving on
Causing you all some tears
That little boy starts talking to my heart
In words beyond his years
Mr. Bleak, don't you play
No more sad songs
It'll make my mama teary -eyed
As sure as Jesus watches from above
Mr. Pease, don't you play
No more sad, sad old songs
If you don't wanna make
my mama cry,
you won't play fate in love
You