I sat in with a band down in Dallas I'd been introduced as a guest When a little white haired man approached the bandstand Said I wonder if you'd play one last request
Oh please play me a song I can cry to Sad songs are music to my ears Play me a song I can cry to Play me a song that sounds like tears
I stood by as the band started playing And I didn't even try to play along Aw my eyes had followed him back to the corner Where he sat down at a table all alone And a smile slowly came across his tear drops And I watched as he slowly bowed his head Just before he left this world for one much better I remember the little lonely man had said
Oh please play me a song I can cry to Sad songs are music to my ears Play me a song I can cry to Play me a song that sounds like tears Play me a song that sounds like tears