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
But you're just a crying steel
guitar so cry again for me
Cause while you're crying
There's a special kind of sigh
in the lonely way you cry
You express my feelings and
So let you call blue lonely strings
I'll be here at this table
to you I know I'll be all right
I loved him more than anything
If you don't mind please steel
guitar cry much again for me
Cause while you're crying...
