Capo on 4th
S[D]ing a song sweet music man,
cause I wont be there to [D7]hold your hand,
like I [G]used to, Im [D]through with you,
You're a [A]heck of a singer, and a powerful man,
but you surround yourself with [A7]people who demand
so [D]little of you.
You [D]touched my sould with your beautiful song,
you even had me [D7]singing along
right [G]with you, You said I n[D]eed You!
Then you cha[A]nged the words and added harmony,
then you sang the song you had wr[A7]itten for me,
to [D]someone new.
Oh, and n[G]obody sings a [A]love song quite like [D]you do,
Oh, and n[G]obody else can [A]make me sing a[D]long,
N[G]obody else can m[A]ake me see
t[D]hings are right when I kn[Bm]ow they're wr[Eb]ong
N[D]obody sings a l[A]ove song quite like y[D]ou.
S[D]ing your song sweet music man,
travel the world with your s[D7]ix piece band,
that d[G]oes for you, what you t[D]ell them to.
And you t[A]ry to stay on wih this song you've sung,
to so many people who a[A7]ll demand to come b[D]ack to you.
S[D]ing youre song, sad music man,
making you live in the o[D]ne night stands
that p[G]rove for you, they dont m[D]ean to.
You're still a h[A]eck of a singer but a broken man,
you keep on looking for o[A7]ne last band to s[D]ing to.
Oh and no[G]body sings a l[A]ove song quite like you [D]do,
and no[G]body else can m[A]ake you sing al[D]ong,
N[G]obody else can m[A]ake me see,
t[D]hings are right when they're w[Bm]rong with this s[Eb]ong,
n[D]obody sings a l[A]ove song quite like y[D]ou.
Sing your song sweet music man, I bel[A]ieve in y[D]ou.
S[D]ing a song sweet music man,
cause I wont be there to [D7]hold your hand,
like I [G]used to, Im [D]through with you,
You're a [A]heck of a singer, and a powerful man,
but you surround yourself with [A7]people who demand
so [D]little of you.
You [D]touched my sould with your beautiful song,
you even had me [D7]singing along
right [G]with you, You said I n[D]eed You!
Then you cha[A]nged the words and added harmony,
then you sang the song you had wr[A7]itten for me,
to [D]someone new.
Oh, and n[G]obody sings a [A]love song quite like [D]you do,
Oh, and n[G]obody else can [A]make me sing a[D]long,
N[G]obody else can m[A]ake me see
t[D]hings are right when I kn[Bm]ow they're wr[Eb]ong
N[D]obody sings a l[A]ove song quite like y[D]ou.
S[D]ing your song sweet music man,
travel the world with your s[D7]ix piece band,
that d[G]oes for you, what you t[D]ell them to.
And you t[A]ry to stay on wih this song you've sung,
to so many people who a[A7]ll demand to come b[D]ack to you.
S[D]ing youre song, sad music man,
making you live in the o[D]ne night stands
that p[G]rove for you, they dont m[D]ean to.
You're still a h[A]eck of a singer but a broken man,
you keep on looking for o[A7]ne last band to s[D]ing to.
Oh and no[G]body sings a l[A]ove song quite like you [D]do,
and no[G]body else can m[A]ake you sing al[D]ong,
N[G]obody else can m[A]ake me see,
t[D]hings are right when they're w[Bm]rong with this s[Eb]ong,
n[D]obody sings a l[A]ove song quite like y[D]ou.
Sing your song sweet music man, I bel[A]ieve in y[D]ou.
