That Old Piano

That old piano, with old and worn-out keys
 Just an old piano, with faded ivories
 But it was a treasure
 It gave so much pleasure
 That old piano
 When them old hammers, bounced off of them old strings
 You just couldn't help yourself, it just made you wanna sing
 No question about it
 We couldn't do without it
 That old piano
 Friends would come to see us on a Saturday
 They'd sing their favourite songs while my old mother played
 Although that old piano had seen better days
 We love it to bits, I'll never forget
 That old piano, with old and worn-out keys
 Just an old piano, with faded ivories
 But it was a treasure
 It gave so much pleasure
 That old piano
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 Friends would come to see us on a Saturday
 They'd sing their favourite songs while my old mother played
 Although that old piano had seen better days
 We love it to bits, I'll never forget
 They still talk about it
 The old friends I meet
 About them good times
 And parties in the street
 And just one thing more is
 One thing for sure is
 If that old piano could talk it could tell a few stories
 No question about it
 We couldn't do without it
 That old piano.