Down to the bone “There’s a sadness in your playing,” she said “That penetrates my bones Something in your intonation, something in your tone My name for you is Sad Trombone Yes, my name for you is Sad Trombone.” Now when the light goes out and the music

Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down Only love can lift us now We find our common thread Over tear-stained ground People come and gather round Oh, lay 'em down Candle wax, like a river on the concrete Fears will fly if you let them Patterned-leather

Never have to worry For all that we know The truth be told As we lay down low Walking the thin line Let the happiness in For now it's fine We're living the lie September's here again

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

I'm just second hand news When times go bad And let me do my stuff I'm just second hand news yeah When times go rough Won't you lay me down in tall grass I know there's nothing to say Someone has taken my place I know I got nothin' on you

You do the talkin' I'll do the driving, you get us going Play us a summer song that she knows and I'll find a spot, I'll pull it over You slow it down and I'll pull her closer I'll find the moon and you bring the backbeat You set the mood, we'll dance in

Right then, that's when I'll take you back It's like music To hear you bawling When a freight train jumps off a track And rolls down my road And it's summertime in Texas And they're playing in the snow

We are the human radio Keep your eye on the prize and your feet on the ground The human radio is playing your anthem We march, we fight, we live We scream, we die, we give We want the world to know Keep moving subject, matter around I'm reaching out to

What type of games is being played, how's it going down? It's on till it's gone, then I gots to know now Is you wit me or what, wake up try to get me a nut Cause hunnies give me the butt, what I'm politicking with this chicken wondering if I'ma creep her

'Cause it's a shake down A bunch of gangstas strapped So make a wish now When they come wavin' them ghats Ya know to lay down And give em all ya got Do I make myself clear