Last night I heard your momma crying, darling
Last time I saw you on the other side of the road
By now you're hunkered down
In some little Midwest town

Oh come back darling I miss you so
What am I to do with that old piano?

I still hear your voice, woman
The way it floods the street like rain
But there ain't no melody tonight
You better place your bets on white

Oh come back darling I miss you so
What am I to do with that old piano?

Your clothes still hanging there beside your bed
That midnight gown right beside your head
And no one, no one, can make me feel the way
Your fingers hit those keys and you make that sucker play

Oh come back darling I miss you so
What am I to do with that old piano?