[00:28.52]From way back here on the bandstand
[00:31.16]She looked like a goddess in the lights
[00:34.50]At some point in the set
[00:36.44]She’d turn her face and glance my way most nights
[00:40.82]I’d take a little solo
[00:44.16]I’d play for her, she’d smile, return the favor
[00:47.99]I’d make the sweetest love to her with every semiquaver
[00:53.88]
[00:54.67]“There’s a sadness in your playing,” she said
[00:57.76]“That penetrates my bones
[01:01.49]Something in your intonation, something in your tone
[01:08.21]Always understated, never overblown
[01:15.15]My name for you is Sad Trombone
[01:21.87]Yes, my name for you is Sad Trombone.”
[01:25.75]
[01:32.38]It seemed like she’d found the secret key to my soul
[01:38.55]And gathered up my broken life and somehow made me whole
[01:44.77]We’d share a room together, my bandmates were all green
[01:52.28]And they warned me ‘bout some story
[01:54.90]In a movie they’d all seen
[01:57.38]
[01:59.08]“There’s a sadness in your playing,” she said
[02:02.51]“That penetrates my bones
[02:05.61]Something in your intonation, something in your tone
[02:12.08]Always understated, never overblown
[02:19.45]My name for you is Sad Trombone
[02:24.78]Yes, my name for you is Sad Trombone.”
[02:29.16]
[02:29.35]Now when the light goes out
[02:30.80]And the music stops and the curtains close
[02:35.13]That’s when your heartbeat race
[02:37.66]Sadness on your face, and you can’t take no more
[02:42.54]I see you searching for your smile
[02:45.84]We haven’t seen that in a while
[02:49.17]Now when the light goes out
[02:51.01]And the music stops and the curtains close
[02:55.64]That’s Sad Trombone
[02:56.74]
[02:57.08]We never made much money, the ticket counts were light
[03:02.31]We’d count the bars until we reached some hotel for the night
[03:09.63]She was my morning coffee, the butter on my toast
[03:16.74]‘Til she got a better offer from some outfit on the coast
[03:23.42]Oh, there’s a sadness in my playing now
[03:26.70]A desperate cry, a moan
[03:30.88]Something in my choice of notes
[03:33.57]Something in my tone
[03:37.15]Sliding to the deepest bass from a lonely baritone
[03:43.67]I guess I’ll always be the Sad Trombone
[03:50.19]I guess I’ll always be the Sad Trombone
[03:53.92]
[04:06.82]It’s an old, old story
[04:09.81]And one you’ve probably heard
[04:13.74]You start out in a major key
[04:17.38]Then you’re down a minor third
[04:20.87]Aimlessly sliding, sinking like a stone
[04:27.73]It doesn’t get no deeper
[04:30.38]Than the scraps that you’ve been thrown
[04:34.66]But some things they just stay with you
[04:38.34]Long after they have flown
[04:41.03]And it always comes back down…to the bone
[04:46.56]And it always comes back down…to the bone
[04:57.67]Down to the bone
[05:04.40]Down to the bone
[05:11.13]Down to the bone
[05:17.90]Down to the bone
[05:24.22]Down to the bone