Sammy was a happy kid who always wore a smile.
In evrything that Sammy did he went the extra mile.
but his smile was forzen into place by his father's hunting knife
and tears of blood dripped on his face as he breathed his last of life.

Sammy I don't want to do this, but I just ain' got a choice.
They want to make you sing sad songs, and the blues ain't right for your voice.

Josie seemed a happy girl if just a lil quiet and shy.
She took the jibing in good part, cos noone saw her cry.
So noone knew how much she hurt till she took the kitchen knife
Tears of blood were wept by her wrists as she breathed her last of life,

Mommy I don't wanna do this, but they haven't left me a choice.
They tried to make me sing sad songs, but the blues ain't right for my voice.

Johnny was a junkie teen who noone cared for much.
They'd beat him up and steal his things, and laugh at him and such.
but none of them were laughing when he brought to school a knife
and took tears of blood from each tormentor, then breathed his last of life.

Guys, I don't wanna do this, but you just ain't left me no choice.
You tried to make me sing sad songs, but the blues ain't right for my voice.

These people did not have to do this, there's always another choice.
Sometimes you gotta sing sad songs, the blues suit any voice.
Happy songs are far between, when you get to sing them rejoice.