Old Piano

Held the hand of your grandma Sang your mother to sleep Life of the party on a Friday Played songs to get you on your feet 98 years old and counting I feel the world in beats Served as a table a friend and I'm able To make any moment bittersweet I keep singing those songs all night long Doing what they built me to do Age ain't got me yet like an old military jet I keep on barreling through To some I'm like a superhero, I'm just an old piano When I left my home in Manhattan Wound up in a store on fifth avenue Lived with the Jones' for a while Made it to a church man I packed the pews Sang Beethoven and Bach, rhythm and blues and rock New York and Georgia are always on my mind Western and country, could have rocked the high school hop I guess that's why they call it the blues I keep singing those songs all night long Doing what they built me to do Age ain't got me yet like an old military jet I keep on barreling through To some I'm like a superhero I'm just an old piano One of these days I'll pass away But in your memory I'll stay I played all your favorite songs all night long Did what they built me to do Age has got me yet like an old military jet I just barreled on through I know I was your super hero Sincerely, your old piano