Tears on a Hardwood Floor

Tears on a Hardwood Floor

She was born in the month her daddy turned up in the river

Just a young blues man, not a penny to his no good name

And so her momma named called her,

And Penny grew up with the blues in her

Swaying to the worn out records her momma played, and they sang

Tears on a hardwood floor, blue dancing music

Hope floating off like dust in the light

Through the blinds on the door

Tears on a hardwood floor

Penny fell in love with a ‘bone player down in the Quarter

He took her for a ride, left her with a child, alone

At night she heard the jazz floating up from the city

She said, “If heaven is a harp, babe

The Devil is a slide trombone”

And it goes

Tears on a hardwood floor, blue dancing music

Love floating off like dust in the light

Through the blinds on the door

Tears on a hardwood floor

He was born in a month, didn’t last the winter

Penny liked to have drowned the Delta

With the tears of her sad sad song

Said “we’re born into trouble, sure as the sparks fly upward

Swaying to the worn out records we play alone,” And they go

Tears on a hardwood floor, blue dancing music

Hope floating off like dust in the light

Through the blinds on the door

Tears on a hardwood floor