| I sat in with a band down in Dallas
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| I’d been introduced as a guest
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| When a little white haired man approached the bandstand
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| Said I wonder if you’d play one last request
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| Oh please play me a song I can cry to
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| Sad songs are music to my ears
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| Play me a song I can cry to
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| Play me a song that sounds like tears
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| I stood by as the band started playing
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| And I didn’t even try to play along
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| Aw my eyes had followed him back to the corner
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| Where he sat down at a table all alone
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| And a smile slowly came across his tear drops
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| And I watched as he slowly bowed his head
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| Just before he left this world for one much better
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| I remember the little lonely man had said
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| Oh please play me a song I can cry to
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| Sad songs are music to my ears
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| Play me a song I can cry to
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| Play me a song that sounds like tears
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| Play me a song that sounds like tears |