(Allison Moorer)      The night was hot and steamy   And crickets played their tune   Everyone was sleeping   Under an August moon      Except one man that sat awake   Slowly going mad   Regretting that he'd thrown away   The only love he had      A slave to the bottle   He'd driven his family to leave   A wife and two daughters   He treated so terribly      Drunk with grief and loneliness   He wasn't thinking straight   He knew he couldn't live unless   They pardoned his mistakes      He went into the city   To try to make amends   Asked his love for pity   But she would not give in      Overwhelmed with sadness   He reached for his gun   And took her life along with his   Before the morning sun      Now they are lying   In the cold, cold earth   Such a sad, sad story   Such a sad, sad world