Tom Jones - 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 off 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 has seen better days
We love it to bit, 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

Friends would come to see us on a Saturday
They'd sing their favourite songs while my old mother played
Although that old piano has seen better days
We love it to bit, 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