Текст: Kenny Rogers. 20 Golden Greats. Sweet Music Man.

I didn't listen, and I couldn't see,
And all I have left now,
Are words she gave to me

Sing me 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 touched my soul with your beautiful song
You even had me singing along right with you
You said "I needed you"
But then you changed the words and that harmony
And you sang that song you'd written for me
To someone new

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

Sing me a song sweet music man,
Your making a living doing one night stands
That do for you what you need them to
Your still a hell of a singer but a broken man
And you surround yourself with people who demand
So little of you

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

So sing me a song sad music man,
I believe in you