I

would n’t (Em7)lis ten,

and (A7)I

could n’t (D)see,

and all

(D)I

have (G)left now

are (D)words

you (A7)said

to me.

Sing your song, sweet mu sic man,

’cause I won’t be there to hold your hand like I (Em7)used to.

I’m (D)through with you.

You’re a (A7)hell of a sing er and a pow er ful man, but you sur round your self with peo ple who de mand so (D)lit tle of you.

You touched my soul with your beau ti ful song,

You e ven had me sing in’ a long right (Em7)with you.

You said I (D)need you.

Then you (A7)changed the words and add ed har mo ny, and you sang the song you had writ ten for me to (D)some one new.

But (G)no bod y sings a love song quite like (D)you do,

and (G)no bod y else could make me sing a (D)long.

And (G)no bod y else could make me feel that (D)things are right when I know they’re wrong.

(D)No bod y sings a love song quite like (D)you.

Sing your song, sweet mu sic man,

you trav el the world with a six piece (D7)band that (G)does for you

what you (D)ask ’em to.

And you (A7)try to stay young, but the songs you’ve sung to so man y peo ple they’ve all be gun to come (D)back on you.

Sing your song, sad mu sic man,

you’re mak in’ your liv in’ do in’ one night (D7)stands that (G)prove to you

they don’t (D)need you.

You’re still a (A7)hell of a sing er, but a bro ken man, but you’ll keep on look in’ for one last fan to (D)sing ’em to.

But (G)no bod y sings a love song quite like (D)you do,

and (G)no bod y else could make me sing a (D)long.

And (G)no bod y else could make me feel that (D)things are right when I know they’re wrong.

(D)No bod y sings a love song quite like (D)you.

Sing your song, sweet mu sic man,

I be lieve in (D)you.