Lyrics:
The night was hot and steamyAnd crickets played their tuneEveryone was sleepingUnder an August moonExcept one man that sat awakeSlowly going madRegretting that he'd thrown awayThe only love he hadA slave to the bottleHe'd driven his family to leaveA wife and two daughtersHe treated so terriblyDrunk with grief and lonelinessHe wasn't thinking straightHe knew he couldn't liveUnless they pardoned his mistakesHe went into the cityTo try to make amendsAsked his love for pityBut she would not give inOverwhelmed with sadnessHe reached for his gunAnd took her life along with hisBefore the morning sunNow they are lyingIn the cold, cold earthSuch a sad, sad storySuch a sad, sad world