Love Is Better Than A Warm Trombone

Love is better than a warm trombone
When blown softly by a two tone brother
Down on luck by chance
Caress her head off at the boogaloo trance
With his hands in his pocket he could not lie
With his hands in his pocket he began to cry
With his hands in his pocket he lowered his eyes
He said "Miss, I ought to apologize
I've been falling, I'm falling down"

The river of your lovelorn souls is getting deeper
Than the deepest dish washing bowl
Now brother get the dirt off your hands
It's getting darker than a sun chaser's sun tan
Hands in his pocket he could not lie
Hands in his pocket he began to cry
Hands in his pocket he lowered his eyes
He said "Miss, I ought to apologize
I've been falling, I'm falling down"

With his hands in his pocket he began to cry
With his hands in his pocket he could not lie
With his hands in his pocket he lowered his eyes
He said "Miss, I ought to apologize
I've been falling, I'm falling down"



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Ball, Benjamin Ottewell, Paul Blackburn, Thomas Gray, Oliver Peacock
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