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 had your share of misery 
But you're just a crying steel guitar so cry again for me 
Cause while you're crying his mem'ry's dying 
There's a special kind of sigh in the lonely way you cry 
You express my feelings and my tears no one will see 
So let you call blue lonely strings cry once again for me 

I'll be here at this table again tomorrow night 
Each time that I'm close to you I know I'll be all right 
I loved him more than anything but it's over I can see 
If you don't mind please steel guitar cry much again for me 
Cause while you're crying...