When lonliness lays
Her huring 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 melody

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 ol' 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 melody