Paroles: Reba McEntire. Greatest Hits Vol.3. Sweet Music Man.

Sing a song sweet music man
Cause 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
You even had me singin' along
Right with you
You said I need you
Then you changed the words and added harmony
Then you sang a song you had written for me to someone new

Nobody sings a love song quite like you do
And nobody else can make me sing along
Nobody else can 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 what you ask them to
You try to stay young but the songs you sung
To so many people they've all begun to come back on you

Sing your song sad music man
You're makin' your livin' doin' 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 lookin' for one last fan to sing to

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