(Billy Sherrill - Carmol Taylor)

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
His mem'ry's dying
There's a special kind of sigh in
The lonely way you cry...