D          Em7        A7         D  
I wouldn’t listen…and I couldn’t see, 
D       D/F#   G            D/A       A7      D  
and all I have left now are words you said to me. 


verse 1 
D 
Sing your song sweet music man, 
D                                               G/D 
Cause I won't be there to hold your hand like I used to, 
G   D                 G/D  D 
I'm through with you, 
D        A7 
You’re a hell of a singer and a powerful man, 
A7                                                  D 
but you surround yourself with people who demand so little of you. 


verse 2 
D 
You touched my soul with your beautiful song, 
D                                   G/D 
you even had me singing along right with you,  
G          D         G/D D 
you said I need you, 
D        A7 
then you changed the words and added harmony, 
A7                                              D 
and you sang the song you had written for me to someone new. 



[Refrão]

D   G              A7                   D    
But nobody sings a love song quite like you do, 
D   G                 A7           D 
and nobody else could make me sing along, 
D   G                 A7 
and nobody else could make me feel, 
A7   D          D/C#         Bm           G 
that things are right when I know they’re wrong, 
D                   A7              D 
nobody sings a love song quite like you. 


verse 3 
D 
Sing your song sweet music man, 
D                                               G/D 
you travel the world with a six piece band that does for you, 
G        D 
what you ask it to, 
D       A7 
and 'ya try to stay young but the songs you sung, 
A7                                       D 
to so many people have all begun to come back on you. 


verse 4 
D 
So sing your song sad music man, 
D                                                     G/D 
you're making your living doing one night stands that prove to you, 
G          D 
they don't need you, 
D              A7 
you're still a helluva singer but a broken man, 
A7                                             D 
but you’ll keep on looking for one last fan to sing to. 


[Refrão]

D   G              A7                   D    
But nobody sings a love song quite like you do, 
D   G                 A7           D 
and nobody else could make me sing along, 
D   G                 A7 
and nobody else could make me feel, 
A7   D          D/C#               Bm           G 
that things are right when they're wrong with a song, 
D                   A7              D 
nobody sings a love song quite like you. 

D 
So sing your song sweet music man 
A7           D 
I believe in you  

C Bm A D