The Weary Blues

On a Harlem street, Under broken lights. A man plays piano, Deep in the night. I'm sittin' here lonely, Can't find no rest Tonight. That weary blues Is holding my soul So tight. The keys keep crying Like a storm in the rain. The keys keep crying Like a storm in the rain. Every note he's playing Calls her name Again. Oh, weary blues, You won't let me be. Oh, weary blues, You won't let me be. You lock my heart, Throw away the key. Maybe I'll sing Until the morning sun. Maybe I'll sing Until the morning sun. But this weary blues, Lord, it won't be done. Now the night grows quiet, But the sorrow stays. That weary blues Will haunt me All my Days.