Ivory Tears

When lonliness lays

Her huring 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 melody



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 ol' 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 melody