I set in with a band down in Dallas
I’d been introduced as a guest
When a little white haired man approached the bandstand
He 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
For my eyes had followed him back to the corner
Where he sat down at a table all alone

Then 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 remembered the little lonely man had said
Play me a song that sounds like tears