Writer: Rogers



She said sing your song, Sweet Music Man

'Cause I won't be there to hold your hand

Like I used to, I'm thru with you

You're a hell of a singer and a powerful man

But you surround yourself with people who demand, so little of you.



You touched my soul, with your beautiful song

You even had me singin' along

Right with you, and said I need you

Then you changed the words and added harmony

Sang the song you had written for me, to someone new.



Nobody sings a love song quite like you do

Nobody else could make me sing along

Nobody else could make me feel

That things are right, when I know they're wrong

Nobody sings a love song quite like you.



She said sing your song, Sweet Music Man

You travel the world with a six-piece band

That does for you, what you ask 'em to

And you try to stay young, but the songs are sung

So many people have all begun, to come back on you.



So, sing your song, sad music man

You're makin' your livin', doin' one night stands

It proves to you, they don't need you

You're still a hell of a singer, but a broken man

But you keep on a-lookin' for one last fan, to sing to.



Nobody sings a love song quite like you do

Nobody else could make me sing along

Nobody else could make me feel

That things are right when they're wrong, with a song

Nobody sings a love song quite like you.



She said sing your song, Sweet Music Man, I believe in you