When loneliness lays her hurting hands on me,
There's a place I always can go
I'll pour out my soul, to my old piano
And I let those old ivories cry for me
Ivory tears, ivory tears, my old piano cries for me,
Ivory tears, ivory tears, dripping from every melo-dy
Some lonely people, they turn to the jukebox,
Others turn to whiskey and wine
But, when it's crying time for me, well, I turn to my ole' piano
And I let those old ivories cry for me
Ivory tears, ivory tears, my old piano, it's crying, crying
Ivory tears, ivory tears, dripping from every melo-dy