I don't want no opera!

No cha-cha, no mambo!

My baby's gone and left me

And I'm feelin' mighty low...

Mr. Piano Man,

Play me some down-home blues

It's a story that's old

And can only be told by the blues

Let your left hand tell my misery

Let your right hand tell my pain

When she left she took the sunshine

Left me standing here in the rain

Mr. Piano Man, play me some down-home blues...

Gee, but I'm lonesome, feel like I wanna cry

Gee, but I'm lonesome, feel like I wanna cry

I miss my baby, guess I will 'til the day I die

When I woke up this mornin', was my face red

'stead of findin' my baby, I found an empty bed

So, come back, baby

Walk back, mama

Take a train, take a plane, through the snow, through the rain

But get here, pretty baby

So, walk back, baby!

Run back, mama!

Take a train, take a plane, through the snow, through the rain

But get here, baby!

Any way that you choose

So you can end my lonesome blues...

I'm so lonesome that I don't know what to do!

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As sung by Billy Eckstine

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