I'm not surprised to find you here in this old dim lit world

I'll bet you've held a thousand poor broken-hearted girls

You sound so sad you must have had your share of misery

But you're just a crying steel guitar so cry again for me

Cause while you're crying his mem'ry's dying

There's a special kind of sigh in the lonely way you cry

You express my feelings and my tears no one will see

So let you call blue lonely strings cry once again for me



I'll be here at this table again tomorrow night

Each time that I'm close to you I know I'll be all right

I loved him more than anything but it's over I can see

If you don't mind please steel guitar cry much again for me

Cause while you're crying...