If you’re leaving close the door. I’m not expecting people any more. Hear me grieving, I’m lying on the floor Whether I’m drunk or dead, I really ain’t too sure.
I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man. And my world is pale.
When a blind man cries Lord you know there ain’t no sadder tale.
Had a friend once in a room. Had a goodtime but it ended much to soon. In a cold month in that room we found a reason for the things we had to do.
I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man. Now my room is cold
When a blind man cries Lord you know he feels it from his soul.