You can see him on Beale Street.
Worn out shoes on his feet.
Just an old blues bum like all the rest.
Most people ignore him but those that know him well
Will drop a few dollar bills into his guitar case.
Then he’ll sing a song and his guitar rings.
Puts real emotion into everything.
But he always ends with the same sad song.
He’ll sing, “Teardrops upon the strings.”
Teardrops upon the strings.
It happens every time he sings.
He loved her. He lost her.
Now there’s no meaning in anything
Except for, “Teardrops upon the strings.”
He can sing the blues. He can sing rock-n-roll.
He can sure lay down some good old soul.
He’s even been known to do a little western swing.
But no matter what you have him play
He always ends the same way.
He’ll sing, “Teardrops upon the strings.”
Teardrops upon the strings.
It happens every time he sings.
He loved her. He lost her.
Now there’s no meaning in any thing
Except for, “Teardrops upon the strings.”
He sings the last line in that song.
About a love that’s so long gone.
It’s his song written for her
The only woman he truly loves.
It would mean the world to him
If she would come see and hear
Him sing, “Teardrops upon the strings.”
Teardrops upon the strings.
It happens every time he sings.
He loved her. He lost her.
Now there’s no meaning in anything
Except for, “Teardrops upon the strings.”
So many teardrops upon the strings.
Look at his teardrops upon the strings.
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