The clock is striking, guess it must be two My baby left me for somebody new I've been here playing since she said we're through An old piano plays the blues The clock is striking, guess it must be three My room is lonely as a room can be I'm improvising on a memory An old piano plays the blues Each evening since we met, we were a close duet From dusk until the moon would glow And though she's gone I find she's hangin' round my mind I guess I'm not the kind to do a solo The clock is striking, Lord it can't be four Perhaps I'd better lock the downstairs door The one I play for will be here no more An old piano plays the blues I guess I'd better lock the door She won't be coming back no more An old piano plays the blues An old piano plays the blues.