I love the sound of her playing on that old piano for sale. She needs the money for her husband, who is in jail. She used to give lessons to anyone with a dollar or a dime, one hour at a time. They lived across the street. He used to punch on these kids with a beat. Hooray, Hooray, it won’t happen today.
I hear her playing song before she goes to sleep, only to rise early. She seems to always have a teardrop falling from her eyes, only to fall on the piano’s lonely keys. My, I love the sound of her playing that old piano, now for sale, and the neighbors say Hooray, Hooray.
