G C G
I set in with a band down in Dallas
D7 C G
I'd been introduced as a guest
C G
When a little white haired man approached the bandstand
C D7 G
He said I wonder if you'd play one last request
C G
Oh please play me a song I can cry to
D7 C G
Sad songs are music to my ears
C G
Play me a song I can cry to
C D7 G
Play me a song that sounds like tears
C G
I stood by as the band started playing
D7 C G
And I didn't even try to play along
C G
For my eyes had followed him back to the corner
A7 D7
Where he sat down at a table all alone
G C G
Then a smile slowly came across his teardrops
D7 C G
And I watched as he slowly bowed his head
C G
Just before he left this world for one much better
C D7 G
I remembered the little lonely man had said
C D7 G
Play me a song that sounds like tears
