The Weary Blues

On a Harlem street
Under broken lights
A man plays piano
Deep into the night

I'm sitting 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