Play Me a Song I Can Cry To

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

All 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 teardrops

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"