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