Sad Trombone
From way back here on the bandstand
She looked like a goddess in the lights
At some point in the set
She’d turn her face and glance my way most nights
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
“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.”
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
“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.”
Now when the light goes out
And the music stops and the curtains close
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
We never made much money, the ticket counts were light
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
It’s an old, old story
And one you’ve probably heard
You start out in a major key
Then you’re down a minor third
Aimlessly sliding, sinking like a stone
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
Down to the bone
Down to the bone
Down to the bone
Down to the bone
Down to the bone
Sad TromboneLRC歌词
[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
