Who's gonna play this old piano after I'm not here
Who's gonna sing these sad songs to you cause your eyes to fill with tears
Who's gonna keep these ivories talking like Jerry Lee's doing now
Who's gonna play this old piano after my last bow

When that final curtain falls and someday, Lord, it will
Who's take my place on that stage when everything is hushed and still
Who's gonna touch these keys with feelin', really get to you
Who's gonna play this old piano when my time is through

We've laughed and you know we've cried together, done a million shows
So I kinda think like I have every single right to know
Who's gonna keep this music going, who will carry on
Who's gonna play this old piano after the Killer's gone