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...