Blind Man
(专辑: Million Mile Reflections - 1979)
On a
cold concrete sidewalk, on the
corner of Fifth and Main Sits an old black blind man, and no one knows his name. He plays the
same old guitar, he plays the
same old tune And when the
people pass him by, some are heard to say “Play, let the
blind man play”. He was a
cotton picker down in Alabam' Daddy never amounted to much; died by his own hand He lost his sight one terrible night by the
hand of the
Ku Klux Klan Burned his eyes with a
branding iron some are heard to say; Play, let the
blind man play Maybe you'll be around another day Dreaming about those little things you know you'll never see So play, let the
blind man play, let the
blind man play! The
years were kind while the
man was blind, but he knew his time was due And no one cried when the
blind man died, with the
name that no one knew They made his coffin outta knotty pine, with a
wreath of laurel too His epitaph was short and sweet, and all it said was "Play". Play, let the
blind man play Maybe you'll be around another day Dreaming about those little things you know you'll never see So play, let the
blind man play, let the
blind man play Maybe you'll be around another day Dreaming about those little things you know you'll never see So play, let the
blind man play, let the
blind man play Play that guitar blind man!