[Verse 1 – Sting]
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From way back here on the bandstand
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She looked like a goddess in the lights
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At some point in the set she’d turn her face and glance my way most nights
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I’d take a little solo, I’d play for her, she’d smile, return the favor
~#**************#~
I’d make the sweetest love to her with every semiquaver
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[Chorus]
~#**************#~
“There’s a sadness in your playing,” she said
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“That penetrates my bones
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Something in your intonation, something in your tone
~#**************#~
Always understated, never overblown
~#**************#~
My name for you is Sad Trombone
~#**************#~
Yes, my name for you is Sad Trombone.”
~#**************#~
[Verse 2 – Sting]
~#**************#~
It seemed like she’d found the secret key to my soul
~#**************#~
And gathered up my broken life and somehow made me whole
~#**************#~
We’d share a room together, my bandmates were all green
~#**************#~
And they warned me ‘bout some story in a movie they’d all seen
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[Chorus]
~#**************#~
“There’s a sadness in your playing,” she said
~#**************#~
“That penetrates my bones
~#**************#~
Something in your intonation, something in your tone
~#**************#~
Always understated, never overblown
~#**************#~
My name for you is Sad Trombone
~#**************#~
Yes, my name for you is Sad Trombone.”
~#**************#~
[Verse 3 – Shaggy]
~#**************#~
Now when the light goes out and the music stops and the curtains close
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That’s when your heartbeat race
~#**************#~
Sadness on your face, and you can’t take no more
~#**************#~
I see you searching for your smile
~#**************#~
We haven’t seen that in a while
~#**************#~
Now when the light goes out and the music stops and the curtains close
~#**************#~
That’s Sad Trombone
~#**************#~
[Verse 4 – Sting]
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We never made much money, the ticket counts were light
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We’d count the bars until we reached some hotel for the night
~#**************#~
She was my morning coffee, the butter on my toast
~#**************#~
‘Til she got a better offer from some outfit on the coast
~#**************#~
Oh, there’s a sadness in my playing now
~#**************#~
A desperate cry, a moan
~#**************#~
Something in my choice of notes
~#**************#~
Something in my tone
~#**************#~
Sliding to the deepest bass from a lonely baritone
~#**************#~
I guess I’ll always be the Sad Trombone
~#**************#~
I guess I’ll always be the Sad Trombone
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It’s an old, old story, and one you’ve probably heard
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You start out in a major key, then you’re down a minor third
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Aimlessly sliding, sinking like a stone
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It doesn’t get no deeper, than the scraps that you’ve been thrown
~#**************#~
But some things they just stay with you, long after they have flown
~#**************#~
And it always comes back down…to the bone
~#**************#~
And it always comes back down…to the bone
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Down to the bone
~#**************#~
Down to the bone
