Interpret:

Kenny Rogers

Album:

Branson City Limits

I wouldn't listen and I couldn't see
And all I have left now are words you said to me


Sing your song sweet music man
'Cos I won't be there to hold your hand like I used to
I'm through 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
And you even had me singing along right with you
You said, "I need you"
Then you changed the words and added harmony
And you sang the song you had written for me
To someone new


But nobody sings a love song quite like you do
And nobody else could make me sing along
And nobody else could make me feel
That things are right when I know they're wrong
Nobody sings a love song quite like you


Sing your song sweet music man
You travel the world with a six piece band
That does for you but you ask 'em to
And you try to stay young
But the songs you've sung to so many people
They've all begun to come back on you


So sing your song sad music man
You're making your living doing one night stands
They're through with you they don't need you
You're still a hell of a singer but a broken man
But you'll keep on looking for one last fan
To sing him to


But nobody sings a love song quite like you do
And nobody else could make me sing along
And nobody else could make me feel
That things are right when you're wrong with the song
Nobody sings a love song quite like you


So sing your song sweet music man
I believe in you